I first saw you, evaluating the line-ups at the grocery store, silently debating which to enter. I kept repeating in my head, “this one, you want this one!” and sure ‘nough, you waited patiently behind me while I talked small with the cashier. Wicked high-tops, blazing hot red tights and a ball hat avec bent brim drew my attention, your gorgeous smiling face held it. You and your black braid made my day. —#1 Stunned
This article appears in Nov 29 – Dec 5, 2012.
You used the word avec, now that’s classy.