(JOY)
I DIDN’T even hesitate. I agreed with Hosea’s suggestion to take me to the boutique where I work. I can go on my own but for some reason I just can’t let go of his hand yet. I like walking pressed against his side and our entwined fingers moving to the beat of our footsteps.
After a few minutes we finally reached Rues Des Martyrs. The chill bourgeois ambiance felt like we suddenly entered a movie set. I told him so and Hosea laughed.
“That was what I thought too when I first got here.” He then looked down at me with a glimmer in his eyes as he continued, “It was the day I first saw you. Like this whole street, I also thought you were too beautiful to be real. I felt like I just watching you through a movie screen.”
“Okay, time out. You are already exaggerating,” I answered with
