Infatuation
An innocent encounter leads to intense obsession.
It was the coldest day of the year. I remember because it took me an age to get out of bed. When I finally did step out, there was a misty sort of drizzle which precluded any chance of riding my motorcycle to work. Nothing if not adaptable, I booked an Uber and waited outside my apartment building. A slightly harried-looking woman passed by. She seemed pretty, but I was not really paying attention untill her perfume hooke...