Drawing someone; a stranger, in your notebook and having them sit beside you the next day. Feels somewhat perpendicular.
You are just as tan-suede as I had imagined, sir. Age bracket between 50-60; spot on. Your hair reveling itself to be two-shades darker than your skin, something that was unapparent to me, within the biro drawing.
It somehow caused him to camouflage within himself. A visible-hidden man. Kept together with a sky-blue buttoned going-out shirt. Fringe leveled off to the side, coinciding with defined strength of jaw. Combed; obviously, Hair-Sprayed; probably. Wide- flat teeth. Teeth I just wanted to toothpick; for no other reason than the slight antiqueness gathering towards the edge of enamel. Nothing alarming, just mere curiosity. See if any of it gave-way, let-go of the gums. It was a smile that shone of excelled performance within the workplace. A real give-it-a-go attitude. At one point I swear the smile went ‘ting’ and a flicker of light bounced off the tooth surface. A well-groomed man with undercurrents of serial killer.
“You must have a firm grasp on the human condition, though”, I let on.
“These day’s it’s all about having that piece of paper; done a degree”, he said.
He didn’t seem to be jarred with my comment, which could have been interpreted as ‘your old’. And he could hold a gaze. But at his age, this was expected. Within the gaze; my eye’s communicated with his. And in eye talk mine said, ‘your slightly creepy, I will most definitely write about you tonight.’
“See you next week”, my mouth-talk expressed.
Featured image is not man described. This is a fiber-glass mock-man. He is not real. Although a very similar rendition of drawing-turned man. Quite glad to have found this amongst my iPhone archives.