l’amore che move il sole e l’altre stelle

She was looking down at paperwork a day after starting her new job in midtown as office manager at the Dream Hotel when he walked in behind her from his days off, and a particular scent made him pause with his back to hers as he asked, "Is that you?" Melissa looked up, swiveled her chair to face him and retorted, "Is what who?" He took one step back and another around to see her now looking back at him. "The perfume, is that you? It smells great." Her smiling dimples were lovely. "I guess it's me?" "Hi, I'm Giò," he said, and shook her hand before promptly walking out of the office.

Late in August we tried to defy the laws of time, desperate for more hours in the day. You said, I'd like to show you how the sun sets in Brooklyn. the expanse between the boroughs appeared to be on fire. Or was it us? tormented by thoughts of making eggs together in the morning...