First Perceptions

If I would ever love someone, I knew it had to be him. It had to. Picture this. Tall, well-dressed. Deep complexion, the tone of unrefined mahogany. Short coiled hair, and a smile that lights up a room. He is called Njore. And as of yet, he has no clue of what I'm planning. What we're planning- you're in on it too. Buckle up, it'll be one heck of a ride.