Recognition
~4400 words :: Jude Law/Ewan McGregor :: 10/26/04
Ewan props his chin up in one hand and drums his fingers on the bar, and it’s only when something moving catches his eye – the bloke next to him shifting – that Ewan focuses on the mirrored tiles behind the bar. He’s appreciating the package – artfully mussed hair, mouth to die for, long, blunt fingers wrapped around his glass – when the bloke looks up, meeting Ewan’s eyes, and oh fuck, it’s him. (Note: This is a sequel to Anonimity. Co-written with Dee.)