Anyway, I digress. I had to take my car in for an inspection sticker. It was a bit overdue. (Only a bit.) I go in to sign the forms and hand over my key when one of the grease monkies came into the shop. Oh my. I couldn't stop staring. He was the spitting image of my vision of Torin. Stocky build, Blue-green eyes, and red, wavy hair. Square face with a strong nose. And he had an intensity about him that was just perfect. And yes, I only stared. I couldn't quite find the words to tell him he was the hero in one of my romances.
That's okay. I know where he works.