Bella
I'm not really sure why I told Troy that I wanted to meet him tomorrow.
Sure, it gives me a day off in between talking to him on the phone to really finalize my ideas and thoughts to make sure they all resonate within me. But I'm also excited to share my ideas with him and see what he thinks.
I step into a patch of sunshine on the sidewalk as an owner with a beautiful golden retriever walks by. The woman gives me a friendly smile and I smile back before talking to her. “Beautiful dog. What's his name?”
She gives a gentle tug of his leash and he stops walking, planting his fuzzy bottom on the ground and staring up at me with a smile while his tongue hangs out of one side of his mouth.
“Her name is Goldie. I know, it's not original.” From the way she says the words, I imagine she
