Je t'aime

A dark figure walked towards us and as they came closer, I saw they had on an ankle-length trench coat, a black bowler hat that was tipped so it covered their face, and their hands were in their coat pockets. Quentin and I looked at each other then back at the mysterious stranger.

They stopped right in front of us. I noticed heels so it was a woman; plus she had quite a thin figure. She took her bowler hat off and her luscious blonde locks came down with it. They reached about four inches past her small shoulders and she had on big sunglasses. She took those off also to reveal eyes like mine.

Exactly like mine.

She had a model-worthy face: no blemishes or wrinkles or lines. She looked about 25-years-old.

She focused her eyes on me. “Zara. Long time no see.”