I felt like a Parisian chic. It was early in the afternoon and I was walking on the boulevard. I had a pretty smile, a killer outfit and i had just bought some cool fresh acquisitions for my wardrobe. I was sipping a hot cappuccino and a cute guy checked me out. It was surreal. But than, the surround music stopped. I saw it: love. They were holding hands. Now, it's still me and i am still wearing a killer outfit, including a purple bolero ;), just my pride is a little bit shaked.
