Eric couldn't tear his gaze away from her as she held his hand palm to palm. His heart raced and pounded in his chest resonating inside his skull. His breathing ragged. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. She took his breath away just gazing at her. He didn't care about physical beauty. Long and hard experience had taught him the typical beauties were boring and tended to have no life, no fun and bore the snot right out of him. Eric didn't care for any of that. He'd rather have a woman in tight leather hugging him from behind as he raced down the dirt trails getting her covered in mud as they went, her hair windblown and messy then to have a woman look like she walked off the cover of playboy. Eric knew what he liked, and gazing at Sarah he saw it right there in front of him. She might be a little short on him and a bit plump, but this to him was a sign of a good strong woman. A woman who could handle being on the bike with him or his passion, rather then break like a dry twig when he touched her. She was perfection in his eyes.<br/><br/>He ran his hand through the black spikes on his head. Appreciating her intelligence and her defiance of everyone by displaying it for the world. He knew he could hold a conversation with her and not have to use little monosyllabic words. He smiled. His thoughts had wandered as they were want to do. He couldn't ever focus on just one thing at once. It was just not possible for him. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles lightly. "You're very beautiful Sarah, your bright and intelligence, your every man's dream and you're here with me," he said with a bright grin, "I'm the luckiest man alive."<br/><br/>He regarded her, "I have known Nathan since we started highschool together. I was three years younger then my grade nine class, you can well imagine how fun that was not. Nathan was all you'd expect from the look of the coffee shop. Artsy and bright, but mostly artsy. He took me under his wing and we became best friend from the day he took a beating for me. He's more like an older brother than anything else," he didn't know why he shared any of this. He'd never been one to talk about his past to anyone. Let alone to someone he'd just met and someone he was crushing on. He took a croissant from the plate and broke it in two. Holding up the sugary treat for her. "You really should try one, they are divine. They will melt in your mouth and leave you wanting more."<br/><br/>He winked at her, "kinda like sex for your tongue," he said laughing. He had an odd sense of humour and that was coming through his statement, even though it was a little crude. He took a bite of the croissant and closed his eyes savoring the taste making a small mmmhhhh sound as he ate. A wicked grin on his face. He was making a show of it, mostly just to be funny and amazing and because as Nathan liked to say, he was a show-off and liked to show bode and drive everyone crazy.