Chapter 1
Sunday morning . . . a day of rest, recuperation, and of course my weekly teatime with my bestie.
Casey,
Well, girl greetings and salutations from the frozen tundra of Minnesota. I don’t know how many times I have to remind you to send some of that California sunshine my way—so stingy.
But seriously how are things? I know you and your hubby were planning on making a trip out here this spring. I can’t wait!
To be honest I could use some brushing up on my socialization skills—lol.
It seems all I do is work and hang out with my pups lately. I swear vampires see sunlight more than I do. Ha ha ha.
Also, despite being swamped at work, I have still managed to enjoy my morning drool-fest at the little coffee shop down the street. I know it sounds crazy but as long as I’ve gone there, he’s there too—like clockwork. Always sits at the corner table right next to the window with his large Miel—whole milk, extra foam, cinnamon, and the morning paper.
Do I sound like a stalker because I have his drink memorized . . . lol.
I know it sounds silly but sometimes I’ll stand at the condiment counter across from him and pretend to put sweetener in my drink just so that I could gaze at him a little longer before I have to go into the office.
He’s just so beautiful, I know sounds silly but that is the only word that I feel fits this man. With his stormy grey eyes, jet-black hair, perfectly sculpted eyebrows, and chiseled jaw—the man looks like he belongs in an Armani campaign.
I have no idea what he does for a living, but he definitely dresses like he could be the CEO of some company—the way his expensive tailored suits fit him I’d wager to bet that he has got to have an amazing physique too.
Well, one can only hope, with my luck, he’s already taken. But at least I have my morning fantasies.
I guess that’s all for now, I’ll hit ya back next week unless by some miracle something exciting happens—doubtful.
Hugs,
Tati
