Sample Sunday : From A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

He smelled like coffee. Not the overly diluted, syrupy sweet stuff either. His aroma was smooth, robust, warm, invigorating… real coffee. Even over the floral-perfumed air of my flower shop, his scent prevailed. It was just a whiff at first, when he and his friend walked in, passing me with nods and smiles of acknowledgement… Continue reading Sample Sunday : From A Crazy Little Thing Called Love