His contours

She never mentioned that he was quite the looker. Blonde and brazen, his energy could be felt with one glance. Confident, dignified in every sense of the word. Dona thought: He's handsome, but not my Harry. She smiled at Harry as she held his hand at the entrance. Crystal can be spotted from a mile away, she is beautiful. Upon meeting him Dona felt a strong urge to remember the name. Tony Anderson. 

He had a pleasant countenance, unaffected manners. He drew the attention of the room by his solid features."I've heard so much about you."

"I hope good things."Dona smiled to Crystal, who looked perky and smiled oh so broadly.

"Of course." He added with a sweetness. "My darling is always talking about you."

The men shook hands and Dona kept noticing small fallacies of him, not knowing why she's inquiring of his character, and or appearance. Perhaps it's a natural instinct of a friend? Not one of caution.

"Shall we." He motioned to the booths on the far end of the restaurant. The placing released all anxiety from Dona, as she could now sit with Harry more intimately.

Dona threw a teasing glance at Crystal. She blushed as a school girl would.

Harry started the interrogation, as Dona would call it. A testosterone approach. I'll be the bad cop you'll be the good cop.

"So Tony, are you a residence or a tourist?" Harry's humour can be brought to any table, with results.

"I've been living in Paris for a few years now." Dona couldn't help but notice Crystal, looking at him the same way she would to Harry. It made her smile.

"He's a surgeon", Crystal said all doll-eyed.

"Really?" Dona asked. A waiter appeared and they ordered.

"I went to medical school with the dream of getting my M.D in medicine."

The evening went on with ease. Crystal rekindled the way in which they met, and Tony was glad to listen in silent complacency. His affluence over Crystal was very apparent, in the gentle touches and caresses. Dona didn't exactly understand her feelings towards the man. His character was charming, his accent was as fluid as Harry's. She couldn't help notice how both men had the affluence of gentlemen. In the middle of the conversation, Crystal had to use the restroom, she asked Dona to accompany her. They'd converse in front of the mirror.

While Crystal was applying deep red lipstick, puckering her lips to the screen. "Since when do you wear lipstick?". Dona asked with a curved brow. "He likes the colour red". She turned and winked. "As red as a Cezanne apple".

"That reminds me." Dona spoke while walking. "You met in your studio, does he have an interest in art?"

Crystals eyes lit up." Yes, his daughter is in my class. I've told you about her."

"You have?"

"Yes, he is one that calls his daughter little bird."

Upon arrival, Dona could feel his eyes on her. Not the way in which a friends lover should. When seated Dona said," I hear you have an interest in art."

 If his smile wasn't gracious enough it turned risqué. "I love art." He continued to explain how it shaped his reality.

"I grew up in a family of struggling artists."

Crystal asked," Why struggling?" It seemed as though she too, had no knowledge of his past. And so this moment hung on expectancy.

"It has nothing to do with wealth. It has to do with passion."

Dona was intrigued. His energy changed, even the way he spoke. He spoke with a vigour she hadn't seen. He went from a star-crossed lover to a lover crossed in the ambition of stars.

"So to clarify. The Anderson family, is a family of artists?"

"Struggling artists." He added.

"Struggling because of passion?".She tilted her head. "Please substantiate."

He said blunt," Passion requires emotion, energy, time, perseverance". There was a glint in his eye. "Sacrifice."

Harry sighed."All this talk of art is taking me back to my high school days."

. Dona smiled. "What about them?"

"My art teacher would speak the way the both of you do. Enthralled by the topic so much all else subsides."She hadn't noticed.

"The same happens with you and Andrew."He sniffled his nose to tease.

The evening came to an end. Dona still had no opinion of Tony. She did find his knowledge of art commendable. Harry had no opinion too other than."He reminds me of Simon."

She scrunched her nose at the name. "Why?"

He raised his shoulders."A social introvert."

While in the car Dona noticed her notebook was in the car. She grabbed it, and is possessed with the desire, wrote his name. Tony Anderson. She felt some sort of need to do so something she hadn't understood. Looking up, as the car's lights turned on.

There it was. Like a phantom in the night, it stood perched before her. All gangly and moldable, in a form not human. In a flash, a quick second, it was gone. But it was there. As if a photograph of it was pasted to memory, she could describe it. Limping like the walking dead, with the arch of an elderly man. It still followed her. She hadn't seen it since that day, so why had it miraculously appeared. In front of Harry, to whom of course hadn't seen a thing. She started to shake. The anxieties of the supernatural came back and she worried. Not knowing what it wanted, she shook. She jumped as she was startled by a voice on the side of the car. Crystal.

"Thanks for coming."

 She noticed Dona's unease. " Are you ok?"

She nodded and noticed Tony standing near the car lights, reminding her of the figure. She stared at him with no question in her mind as to who he was. A struggling artist.