Jasmine was shocked with herself, the Taxi driver was in his 60's, he had a bald head and a full grey beard, he was about 6'2 and he had a beer belly,... but there was something about him, maybe it was because made Jasmine relaxed when they met.When they arrived at the drivers house, he pulled into his driveway, he got out of the car and made his way around to where Jasmine was seated, he opened the door and held out his hand to help Jasmine exit the car.He started walking towards the house door.. " He says as softly as possible. The tone of voice he used startled her into opening them. She finds herself looking into his mesmerizing black eyes. As she looks at them she finds that they aren't a solid black. They were covered in flecks of color. She just wants to get an easle, paints, brushes, & canvas, She wants to paint his eyes to the full force they held. Filled with awe she couldn't look away, she didn't want to even blink. "See something you like cunt?" He snarls removing his. ’ She brought a fifty-pound note out of her handbag, ‘Next round on me?’ It probably wasn’t the best of ideas for someone who’d been on the verge of hypothermia to be boozing it up with the rest of them a couple of hours later, but the first aid crew were satisfied she was fine. The women returning from the ref’s room plus others who had failed to catch a taxi or train sheepishly wandering back swelled the group to thirty or so. Some headed for a nap, but most stayed in the bar, drinking. When she rested her head against him, he murmured, "You looked so beautiful tonight." "Thank you, my love." "All those other men wanted you." She laughed quietly. "I think all is a slight exaggeration." "Almost all then." "I may even believe that. I think I have the dress to thank for that." "It wasn't the dress, it was you." "If so, why hasn't someone found me before this?" "Your attitude. It wasn't what you wore, but the way you wore it." "It was the dress." "Really, they all must have.