Chapter 52 Fifty One

• Then I looked at him seriously while he was driving; I noticed his long hair, the tip of his nose, and his pressed lips. His forehead was slightly furrowed, he was thinking about something. He was wearing a plain grey shirt and crisp black jeans.
• I glimpsed the curve of his body. And I don’t know why I was staring at him, maybe because of his familiarity to me. I also noticed the beard that started to grow thicker down the side of his jaw to his chin. There were a few strands of hair in front of him that I wanted to shave away.
• “Zevran, when is Leo’s funeral?” I asked softly, but with enough volume for him to hear.