My body froze in shock. My arms hardened and my hands felt clammy.
I was conscious of what was going on; believe me. I was fully aware of the seven guys to the left of me who were waiting for their drinks. My mind was completely keen on the fact that Josh was watching me and was probably judging me. I was even more aware of the fact that I was on the clock and that my job wasn't going to do itself.
But I was completely conscious, and more importantly focused, on the calloused hand that enveloped mine. It was warm and had long fingers with slightly hairy knuckles. The arm attached to it was very well defined and muscular, no doubt from years of boxing. The shoulder following it was clad with a white t-shirt that stood out against the dark background that the bar provided. A well-defined jaw followed, leading my eyes past his thin, pale lips that were set under a strong pointy nose. His cheekbones were a bit soft, showing that he wasn't that old, but they still had a definite sharpness to them that was attractive. His eyes were dark, which was odd because they didn't go with his pale skin. The thin circle surrounded his dark brown eyes, giving away the fact that the night wasn't kind to him.
"Y-you're the one w-who was in charge of Atom that night?" I asked. His piecering blue eyes completely captured my own,