When Esme opened her eyes again, she was standing in the middle of a large dining room. A variety of assortments of food covered the table, and her eyes widened. The room was lit dimply, quite dark. The room held a massive chandelier that glistened in the shade of it all. When she tilted her head back down, her breath caught in her throat. He wore a charcoal, grey shirt- the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. She could see the outline of his muscular arms that hid behind the shirt and the tops of his broad shoulders that were held high in a straight posture. He wore simple black dress pants that were held up by a black belt. His grey eyes were sparkling under the chandelier light, only making her grow more nervous. She gulped when they locked eyes, and his regular smirk took over his face.