He stretches out, long well well muscled legs perched on the middle bench. Not that she can see them underneath his jeans, but what ever.  He stretches out, raising his arms over his head, palms turned toward the sky, purposely showing off his toned arm muscles. Something both under and above woman had in common: they liked guys who take care of themselves. "There isn't places like this in the under world. To gloomy. Father always told me you should appreciate beauty where you find it." He meets her eyes again, tipping his head to the side, calling her pretty without using the words.