The past month flew past her head as she finally got a good glimpse of him. His chest was covered by a plain white t-shirt that fitted his body, giving her a clear outline of his sculpted abs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his veins protruding from his bulky arms. Esme noticed that the ring he always seemed to wear on his pointer finger was no longer there. He sat down silently, keeping his hands above the table but still refusing to meet her eyes. Her fingers were shaking in her lap, her leg moving up at such a rapid pace she was afraid the table might start shaking.