Caylan had been enjoying a lovely evening walk through the park when she suddenly spotted the back of a tall man wearing jeans, a polo, and sneaks. She immediately paused, staring at him. What does his face look like? The question replayed itself over and over in her mind and she gathered the courage to approach him.
"Uh, excuse me," She called, once she was a few feet away from him. The man turned and she gasped. He must be at least 30!
He looked at her for a moment before replying. "Yes?"
"Oh nothing, I thought you were someone else. Sorry," She hastily lied, nodding at him and hurrying away.
The man watched her leave, an amused smirk on his face before spinning on his heel and walking away.
