La Miscella Perfetta, 2016
Sausalito, San Francisco, California
BELLE: THE SPARK. Ezra’s blue-green eyes were focused on mines. It’s unlikely, but why does it feel like we have known each other before. Did we meet when we were kids? Oh, God! This soulmate thing is making me insane!
“What would you like to know about me?”
“If you are from here. How come I haven’t seen you around since last summer? Are you hiding from me?”
“Huh? Why would I hide from you? You always have those sunglasses covering your face, and your black hoodie covers your head. I thought you are a movie star. I mean an actor who’s incognito, so I didn’t bother you.”
“You haven’t answered my question.”
Why does it sound we are talking with such closeness? Like he knew me, and I know him. We have this connection— fran
