He saw her first. Outside of a well worn cafe, metal chair and table wobbling on the cobbled pavement below. An Autumn morning, air crisp and harsh to the throats of the sleepy eyed crowd on their way to work.'she's always up early' he thought fondly as he watched her from a shop window. Her porcelain hand cupping a mug of warm coffee, a strand of red hair escaping and framing her delicate features. Wide, deep hazel eyes and plump pink lips... she was stunning. She was perfect.
