I think I'm in love with you. I didn't know much about you before. My mother mentioned you once at Thanksgiving while preparing the turkey. I was too young then to recognize how special you were.
When I first met you at Picard, you were a bit cold, but you warmed up quickly. I will never forget that time in the kitchen. You're beautiful. Long, pale and unexpectedly sweet.
I've been thinking about you a lot since our last time together. What a pleasure it was to see you at the grocery store. My friend saw us walking up Avenue de Choisy. She says we make a good-looking couple. Until next time.