Chapter 18. Angel from Above

That man had shoulder-length curly hair, a sharp square jawline with a thin beard, and a sturdy physique. I could clearly see his broad chest under the white shirt he was wearing. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, emphasizing his strong forearms, adorned with blue veins. 

Even his blue jeans couldn't hide the bulge at the base of his thighs. And the gold zipper further emphasized the treasure map-like pattern behind it.

When the man raised his hand to sweep his long hair back, I felt a refreshing breeze with a fragrant scent hitting me.

Oh, God… What kind of tremor is this?

"Hello?" The man spoke again while my mouth was still agape.

"Oh, yes. Can I help you?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm looking for Alan Schmidt."

Oh, God! I didn't mishear! His accent clearly indicated that he wasn't from around here. I couldn’t hear a clear R, and I heard a sharp S. Was he from Europe? Was he from Russia? Clearly not from