Suzy watched him from across the room and thought that her heart might burst like an overripe tomato put in a microwave on high. He was the most perfect man she'd ever seen. His hair was the color of a pale egg yolk and gleamed brightly in the sun, reminding her of the shiny yellow 1-ball in her grandfather's pool set that they used to play every Sunday after eating overcooked roast beef with that strange blue-green tinge accompanied by undercooked potatoes. She couldn't see his eyes because she was too far away and his eyes really weren't that big, at least not big enough to see from thirty feet away in a smoky room that wasn't very brightly lit, but she knew that they were that special shade of green that you only see on the bark of trees, or occasionally on Chinese food that has gotten pushed to the back of the refrigerator for several months. The muddy brown cashmere sweater he wore highlighted his broad shoulders and made her long for the day when he would hold her tight and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, or maybe nuzzle her neck, but definitely not chew on her earlobe because she couldn't stand the feel of that, it was in the same category as fingernails on a chalkboard, not that kids knew what that was like anymore because chalkboards had been replaced with the dry erase kind with the markers that made the teachers happy all day long. But she longed to hear what he'd say because she was pretty sure that it would be better than her wildest imagination, which could be pretty wild after a couple of glasses of wine sipped in front of her flickering Sugar Cookie-scented candle.