Blue eyes interlock with mine. They stare intently. Blue, like the sea on the coast with occasional waves rippling the surface. Underneath rests an adorable nose, sprinkled with freckles like stars, dominating the space around. His delicate lips are curved in confusion, probably not quite grasping the situation. The tanned skin, the waves of falling chocolate, his sapphire eyes . . . I decide I'm sitting next to an angel.Those are the feelings bubbling up inside Pasquale after awaking from a comically bizarre dream and being confronted with . . . that. Sapphire eyes and chocolate hair? That...