the meeting

in the time that it took for him to pick me up from where i had fallen, i had taken in all of him: coffee-and-cream skin, gelled hair and thick eyebrows, a strong nose and brown lips, a silver hoop in his left ear and three moles directly above it, longish strands of hair curling at his nape, strong shoulders supporting a cyan Lacoste shirt; in the grip of his hand i felt the security i had longed for and the company i was meaning to have - so really, in that moment i knew everything that i needed to know about him. all except his name.