"Who was that woman?" I couldn't help but ask. She was so gorgeous that my eyes never left her form. She was shapely of body and whip sharp of mind, my brain just couldn't wrap around the thought of her. Sometimes I wondered if she was as real as I thought she was, but if I was dreaming... If I was dreaming, I never wanted to wake. How could I? That voice was like a smooth red wine, aged just right. Her eyeliner was sharp enough to kill, and she made my head spin every time our paths crossed. But I wasn't in love. It was entirely too early to be able to tell that. What did a twenty something know about love anyway? And besides, she had someone. As far as I could tell, she was the perfect woman.
Did I deserve perfection? Who was I to think that I had a fleeting chance with her? With my luck, she didn't even know I was alive. The man at the book counter shrugged as he bagged my purchases. "Can't tell you much. I know her name's Sasha, though. Very nice girl. Comes