The painter sprang to the window, excited for the arrival of his husband. His face and apron was stained with paint, there were even a few drops of blue paint in his fiery red hair. He pressed his paint stained hands up to the window. He felt as if was going to burst with excitement.
After what felt like hours, it was only about five minutes, a silver car approached the driveway, a man gracefully slid out in a swan-like manner. He was tall and thin with broad shoulders. He was clothed in a baby blue button-up shirt, a red tie held onto his neck, a long white lab coat that came down to about his knees, black pants poked out, and his black polished shoes shined. On his nose sat black-rimmed glasses and a gold ring hugged his ring finger. His blue eyes shined and his curly brown hair looked almost silver under the moonlight.
The painter flung open the door surging with excitement.
“Hello James.” The man said kissing the painter’s cheek. “Ugh! You smell