Henry Hughes's voice is very unique; once you've heard it, you remember it. Just like him, he leaves a lasting impression, unforgettable at first sight.
Julian Fairchild stood by the roadside talking, with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves onto him. Even his perpetually stern expression seemed to soften slightly, shedding a bit of age-old maturity and exuding a youthful vigor befitting his age.
Quite a few people were already sneaking glances, and some bold girls seemed eager to get to know Julian Fairchild.
This guy really doesn't let people relax.
Maeve Lane cast a glance around; their intent was all too obvious.
Thinking this, she quietly moved a bit closer to Julian Fairchild, maintaining a respectful distance that he could accept but looked intimate to outsiders.
As she moved over, she caught sight of a few girls' unwilling glances out of the corner of her eye.
