To Soar With Eagles
Anyone who believes that nothing lasts forever has never met anyone like this amazing man.
If the café had been crowded everything might have been different. With only a few customers, I saw him when he walked in, and he saw me. Our eyes met for only a moment, but he smiled; uncharacteristically, I smiled back. Traveling alone, I don’t encourage strange men to approach me. Despite my smile, he didn’t. He took a seat at the counter. Tall, broad-shouldered and masculine in snug black jeans and a black leather jac...