I entered the arrivals area and looked around for Cheng Bo Jing, knowing that he was going to be front and center.
For some reason, he was worried that I would try to slip past him, but he was my best friend. There was no way I was going to do something like that.
My eyes scanned all of the people in front of me as I walked down the stairs. Why couldn't I see him?
A man stepped in front of me, preventing me from going forward. I stared at him, wondering who he was. He had a single lock of black hair curled in front of his bright green eyes that made me want to move it away. His black beard was neatly trimmed, but I could see the hint of a tattoo peaking up from the collar of his dress shirt, almost touching his beard.
He was wearing a black leather jacket, form-fitting jeans, and biker boots. He was every girl's wet dream. The older man was perfectly put together with the slightest hint of a bad boy hiding deep inside.
