I first laid eyes on Zazie at a bustling coffee shop in Paris. She was sitting alone, her long, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, a book open on the table before her. Her eyes, a deep hazel, were fixed on the pages, but I could tell she was aware of her surroundings. I was drawn to her immediately.I …
I exited the bathroom still wet from a long soak in the tub. With my terry robe wrapped tightly around me, I stalked toward the kitchen on the hunt for a giant mug of hot chocolate. A triple latte espresso would have been better, but it was nine at night and I’d had a long […]