Neckward

Every time she passed him, her eyes strayed imperceptibly to take in more of the designs encircling his forearms, designs which almost wholly covered his skin from a bit above his wrists, making their way up and over his biceps, continuing neckward and under the openings of his wrinkled short sleeve guayabera, the pleated, four-pocketed shirt beloved by Latinos, though he was no Latino.