From Fighting Spirit:
Tazia … found herself staring at a young man’s grinning face. At twenty-six he was a few years older than her and had the fine features of his Pakistani parents. His black hair was impeccably cut, short around the sides and extra-long on top. It stood up in what looked like floppy abandon, but was actually forced into place with a stack of product. His skin was flawless and tonight he was sporting the rectangular, heavy-rimmed glasses he only tended to wear if he was tired or deliberately geeking out.