Inspiration comes from old places, thoughts, feelings.
I mentioned in the J post who served as inspiration behind Sebastian Herod’s Greek heritage when I wrote Stranger or Friend. A friend from childhood we met on a trip to Greece. A boy named Basi (Basileus). The first who made my heart jump all those years ago. We remained friends for a long time, until, inevitably, we lost touch.
But when describing Sebastian, I had a different image in mind — another face from long ago, but one of a different memory.
Meet Gabriel, or as we called him Gabi. Second one top-left in the picture above. My very first boyfriend. I am the first one top-left. We were at a party in Bucharest, if I remember correctly, both age nineteen.
Since he is an eX boyfriend, and Xabi is close to Gabi, and I simply couldn’t think of another X word, Xabi it is.
I know, creativity is going downhill fast after twenty-four daily posts. Please forgive me. With that said, please meet Sebastian, the man modeled after Gabi, or Xabi, via description and Zoe’s internalizations:
A slim-built man, his chestnut-colored hair hanging past his neckline, looked from Mother to Zoe, a hint of curiosity playing in his eyes …
He studied her like a critic going over an image and coming away interested. Zoe pushed that crazy notion out of her mind. Nothing wrong with a man giving a woman an admiring look. She handed him the coat and looked away before she saw anything in those eyes that didn’t need seeing.
She didn’t know him. She should say no thanks and go home. But those eyes. That smile.