She was answered by a tall, middle-aged man with a strong jaw and eagle-like eyebrows. When he smiled, his green eyes sparkled with gold flecks.
“That was my son. And you must be Ainsling. Am I right?”
Ainsling returned the doctor’s smile and held out her hand.
“Yes, I am. Why is your son so angry?”
The Red String, Chapter 2, The Chick
It is all for the bright!