*Leah*
Walking into my shop later in the afternoon, I can't help but think of Mr. Solman and how misunderstandings had nearly led to us not becoming friends. Although perhaps I'm being overly optimistic there, and we are more acquaintances than friends.
I rather wish he would be at the ball, a familiar face among the crowd. A gentleman of leisure, he might be welcomed. Although, as he resides here and not in a more exclusive fashionable area, it's doubtful he associates with the high packs.
No, if I am to spend any more time with him, it will have to be here. Although perhaps I enjoyed our evening together far more than he did. At one point, as his thumb traveled over my face, I thought he was on the verge of kissing me. I wanted him to, out of desire more than anything, but also out of
