Andrew's hair parted & sat on his shoulders. His shirt buttons undone 4 notches, his lips parted slightly as he talks answering the first date questions. Smiling at you sweetly from the other end of small table in the cafe your sat in, in Dublin.

Andrew: "Ah well, I'm 34 this year. Pretty old yeah?"

He laughs a hearty laugh as he answers your questions. Your smile grows at his laugh it was like a warm mug of hot coco on a winter day, as he holds that ice coffee in his palms.