I don’t think David is lying to me. Why would he bother? He’d gain nothing. I already like him. I’m smitten, fell for him the moment I looked in his eyes, so dark, so blue, like still ponds frozen in the winter. He could say he was a famous actor taking cameo roles in the colonies and I’d want to be with him. He could be some jobless college student who liked to hang out here and I’d still feel the same. I’d still want him. He doesn’t have to work here. He doesn’t have to be anyone special because he’s already special to me.
I wait for him after work, in the same spot as before, and it’s foggy again tonight so I make sure I don’t fall asleep. I don’t want to close my eyes and miss him in this thick soup clinging to the trees and buildings and muffling the footsteps I hear on the cobblesto
