I glanced up at the guy in front of me when I was about to finish reading a book.
I was sitting on a bench near the rose garden when several maids and gardeners were working. I put the book down and thought about the story I'd just read when the guy came up to me, carrying a hatchet in his left hand.
He looked at me intensely, like he couldn't wait to finish me off on the spot. He's rocking a gray leather jacket, black T-shirt, jeans, and military boots. He smells like a chocolate, but that's not a pheromone.
He's got monolids, his black hair in topknot, earrings in his ears, and he's Asian, but he's got bright blue eyes. His physique isn't on the big side, but he's got a solid build. I jumped back up when I realized how sharp that shining hatchet looked.
It's clear that this won't be a friendly visit.
