As soon as Brady introduced us with a sly wave of his hand, Sam intrigued me.
At first glance he looked fresh in from the country, unruly, tousled hair, shabby worn jacket and jeans; so far removed from my middle-class background as to be practically alien.
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Yet somehow my eyes disregarded the outward packaging, caught by an elusive aura of mystery. That was my downfall, along with the intelligence peeping from the kaleidoscopic hazel eyes and the engaging shy smile.
Not to mention he was the hottest guy in the crowded coffee shop.
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I couldn't have known it then as I unleashed a welcoming smile of my own, but Sam was to be the death of me, through no fault of his or mine.
A demon and destiny had decreed it.