Which man

I saw him out of the corner of my eye but he caught my attention. It was early on a Monday morning and I would be boarding an international flight with a change of planes at the airlines major hub. I was just sitting down at the gate and had 35 minutes before I would be boarding.
He was facing me but sitting a few chairs down so he was more in profile. I knew he was traveling for business. He wore dark slacks with a crisp button down, long-sleeved shirt. Even sitting I could tell he was tall. He had light hair with maybe the fewest of grey threads running through it. I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes but he turned to reach for his glasses. That flicker was enough to see the pale blue that couldn’t be hidden from the attractive pair of spectacles he placed on his face.
I avoided the chance of staring and reached into my own bag only to grab out a pencil and some index cards. I wanted to jot some notes not being sure I would be able to recover all from memory no matter how pleasing the image. I was able to let my long bangs fall squarely across my eyes. It is a device I have used many times to camouflage my line of sight. It is mostly thought I use this to hide but I also have used it to see when I don’t want others to know what I am looking at.
He stood and gathered his carry-on bag. He was talking to some colleagues and moved to another chair further away but now facing toward me. He slightly favored his right leg as he moved to the new location and I wondered if it wasn’t from an overachieving gym session during the weekend. He sat and pulled a file and legal pad from his case. He wrote some notes and talked to his associates in the normal way of conversation.
He wasn’t of great Hollywood type looks but a definitely pleasing way for me to spend the time waiting on what would be a long flight for me. It isn’t everyday I would be able to sit and watch such attractiveness unobserved and unimposing.
As I was letting my mind settle on my good-fortune I got the funniest feeling. I let my eyes move away from the object of my attention to look over at the people just behind and to the right. As my eyes moved over the crowd I locked eyes with a different man standing and staring back at me. Nervously, I let my gaze drop and went searching through my bag for nothing in particular. I came up with the nothing I was looking for and placed the bag back down.  I cautiously swept the room again and found that other man look away from me just as my eyes reached him and then he turned back and looked at me again.
Oh! Gosh.
I was thoroughly relieved when I saw he wasn’t holding any index cards.
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