Her eyes were the brightest, purest, most beautiful blue Derek had ever seen.

They were like brilliant gems, priceless, rare, and brilliant. Derek didn't know much about jewelry, but when he looked into the woman's eyes, he thought of one he did know- blue tourmaline.

The girl- who was, unbeknownst to Derek, named Chloe- sat on the subway gazing to her right, a small fairy nose in the middle of her cute, heart shaped face. She had intense pale skin, smooth and flawless, and slightly ample cheeks gave way to a light rose mouth. She had long orange eyelashes that contrasted her eyes, and round, strawberry eyebrows to match her strawberry blonde pixie cut that had grown too long for its style. She had a thin neck and miniscule shoulders, her collar bone protruding. Her shirt- a light blue that complemented her hair, eyes, and skin perfectly- was a spaghetti strap camisole that came up to just above her small belly button and white high-rise skinny jeans atop pale moccasins. Her small, manicured hands held a fairly expensive camera in her lap.

Derek didn't notice the man with his hand on her back; the man, however, noticed him.

Simon Bae was Chloe's boyfriend of eight years. He had a head of short, spiky hair, dirty blonde in color, and amber skin. Eyes best compared to a tigers eye lit up his handsome face, shaped like long teardrops. He had thin, beige lips and a wide, flat, articulated nose. His cheekbones were high, his face long, his jaw square. He seemed to be quite tall compared to Chloe, but as the latter's feet failed to touch the ground below her, that wasn't saying much. He was probably about five-foot-nine.

Derek was standing on the subway, clinging absentmindedly to a grab hold in baggy sweatpants and an oversized Syracuse University sweatshirt. Too-long, dirty black hair trailed into the hood, reaching his shoulders. Greasy strands were sitting on a slightly tan face with small, vibrant forest green eyes peering at the girl.

Simon's tiger's eyes were examining the man he knew not as Derek Cain, who was examining the preoccupied woman. He looked like a lowlife creep, maybe a mugger or a rapist, with an ugly, angry face. His complexion, in all actually not nearly as off-putting as Simon interpreted it to be, had two little acne-covered sections; one on each temple. Simon looked away as his brow furrowed. Why was he staring at Chloe? Simon would have to rush them off the subway train when they arrived at the station.