It was just a faint glimmer, barely perceptible in my peripheral vision, like sunlight glinting off the face of a watch. One minute it was there and the next I couldn’t be sure anything was ever there to begin with. I was immersed in my conversation, happy to be talking of anything but work. It was nice to be in the dimly lit bar and catching up with friends whose lives were so different than mine. First steps and first birthdays. Coos over drooling smiles. I loved these people and by extension loved their offspring but soon my attention lagged and the shimmering light caught my eye once again. It was peculiar in that I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. The minute I searched for it directly it capriciously disappeared. It was as though it was playing with me, taunting me like Pan’s shadow. I was sipping my drink when through the prism of my glass, caught the source of the elusive sparkle. It was a pale scar on the upper lip, between the cupid’s bow and the corner, that caught the light from the bar in such a way that it seemed to shine like a precious metal. As if he could feel my stare, he turned towards me and smiled a little half smile, causing the scar to rise ever so slightly and catch the light once again. Murmuring a soft excuse to my friends, I slid over to the bar for another drink. I didn’t have to wait long before he was beside me, ordering a beer for himself and paying for mine as well. Up close I could see the scar, which was not as straight as I had thought, but curved slightly at one end, just like his crooked half smile. His name was Peter and when he flashed me that crooked half smile once again I knew. I knew in my heart I was hooked.