Chapter 6

But none of this is all that important really, it’s all set up for the real reason I felt compelled to rush home and make this entry.

I crossed paths with the most ravishing guy today. I’d settled at a table with the Dean Koontz book I’m reading and let myself get lost in the pages. You know how I am when I read, the world ceases to exist, at least, the real one does. So, there I was, nose deep in the enthralling tale of a talking dog when the juggling of the bell over the café door drew me back to reality. It wasn’t loud or even noteworthy, but it did the trick.

I looked up.

And saw him.

He was absolutely splendid. Somewhere around five-eight, brown hair and the build of a man who makes time for the gym but also likes to indulge his sweet tooth. He’s somewhat younger than me. Age is just a number, right?