i intently observed him from the opposite chair with a table that separated us. this was not my first observation. i have grown to realize his dark, black hair was always firmly pulled back, and if not there was not a strand out of place. his electric blue eyes always cold and unwelcoming confirming the existence of an invisible boarder no one was ever to cross. his sentences either dripped with sarcasm or were non existent. the sound of skin crawling cries and loud gunshots with empty cases dropping to the flow never seemed to make him flinch in any way. he remained composed as a pageant girl. hes stature was always up right regardless if he was sitting or standing, no limping in sight. his laugh seemed perfectly rehearsed and often sent chills down my spine. his voice had no other range than authoritative.