There is more to me what meets the eye. I look like mousy brown hair geek with huge oversized horn-rimmed glasses. Tall, but lanky and flat as a plank. I was not blessed with curves in the slightest I’m ignorable, invisible, and that is the way I like it.
I jump rough top to rough, racing to follow my target. The cool night air whipping across my body as eligible runs and jumps the streets of Paris below.