In too Deep

When the girl turned around toward him sitting there back at the table, long legs stretched out in from of him, he was looking through the crowd right at her. Looking at her as if she were a piece of meat, and he had not eaten in a very long time. His look was so intense, it took the girl a moment to recognize who was staring at her. The leer on his face changed into a smirk, when the girl, now self conscious in her heels, wobbled comically as she swiveled away. All she had wanted was a place to set down her drink. That is not the face a friend sees of another.
Later, back on his couch they had sat on together a million times, she let him kiss her, gentle. It was the face he showed her then, the wide open one without a mask that scared her most.