The Coffe Press III

"More Chamomile," she said while scratching her loose hair.
As she moved the pot of daisy near the window causing the ivy covered rack to shiver.
"Who is she? But she is sultry alright and he had impeccable taste."
It's been a week since Anna Karenina, Japanese TV dinner, chicken chow mien,
maybe a wholesome dessert for today. " Downtown bakery it is."
Cycling, she waved to Laura at Vinyl Records. "I will drop by and see if they have hazy records for lazy days." Two more blocks to Chateau. What a blooming day it is! "Clotaire!
The usual chocolate pie on table 5, Merci." Jade is definitely a creature of habit, Clotaire mummered. Oh look who's here, Mr. Darell. Both their hearts must have been broken, or else both the lovebirds will be cuddling and snuggling up to each other on table 9. She stops eating, its his smell, distinctly his smell, it must be him. The smell of attraction is so strong that it never fails to turn her on, his smell of musky wood and citrus that is deeply etched in her soul when she cried on his shoulder outside Paradise Kiss...