Writing Prompt: Write about the stranger in front of you.
Standing downwind from this mysterious figure I craft in my mind his image; a strong jaw line, deep blue eyes sheltered by lush brows, chapped lips and sunburned cheekbones. The earthen musk wafting in the evening breeze mixed with the burning smell of smoke draws me towards the crackling glow where the silhouette of a man stands before me. Barely able to catch my breath, heart pounding so hard I think he will hear it, I proceed cautiously towards him. The fire is so loud the sound of leaves crunching underfoot is unheard until one giant snap of an exploding water bubble in a log sends me stumbling backwards with a shrill. No longer a stranger, his strong arms gently lift me so close I now see how right I was. Mesmerized by his piercing eyes and deep voice yet I'm unable to hear the words, I am unaware of what is going on until he touches my face, brushing my hair away from my lips. A shiver runs through my body and I shake myself free from his hold.