The sun is still rising and the square seems deserted except for the two of us. She takes a small puff from her cigarette, it looks like she is giving a firefly a quick kiss before it zooms off to die happy. She is wearing black leather boots, a skirt much too short for such cold weather and a white blouse with cleavage tanned by a recent stay in Italy cleverly exposed. I could stare into her blue eyes forever. She captivates me, intimidates me, my juices are flowing. Alas, I am a coward. What could this Parisian goddess see in me? I turn to leave when suddenly warm words fall upon my ears, "oh, kind sir, why are you all the way over there when I am over here?
Things are looking up.....
Things are looking up.....