"Lines of Force" by S.J. Cahill in Gemini Magazine

At the party where they met, he’d been staring at her, his obsidian eyes calculating and intense, as though seeing through her clothing, so that when he approached she expected a pickup line and waited to cut him down. But he handed her a sketch, pen and ink on a bar napkin—a drawing of her. He’d shaded her neck to a long graceful flare and her throat had become a pedestal for the bone lines of her jaw, for her forehead and nose. He had made her beautiful. In two minutes with a ball point pen. Read story here.