Her: butterflies glimpses
The butterflies came after the fortieth day. One after another, chasing in the wafts of air like hummingbirds, encircling me with play...
His chat:
Can we meet tonight? Seisha around 9?
Mine:
Sure. See you. ( Really, Seisha? Flavored-smoky Seisha. But why there? We never dated there?)
8:30: the now-faulty...