Esme blinked quickly, processing his moving figure. He didn't look real at all. His white shirt tightly fitted to his body, highlighting every muscle from the tops of his arm down to his veiny hands. It was tucked into his black dress pants that was fitted to his long, muscular legs. Widening her eyes, she stumbled forward, trying to process the image of him in the sun. Was she dreaming again? Or was she in heaven?