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Chapter One

Nico

I walk along Avenue J F Kennedy,her out on the water for the afternoon Looking out at the water, trying to assess the stillness of the sea,about what kind of meal I will take with me

After a long businessthe rest of the day off

That’s why I’ when I literally walk into her

“Oh!” she exclaiht, and I instinctively putback as I hold her fir sure I haven’t set her off balance

I can still feel the ih h toon my lips

And I stop, struck dumb by her

The first thing I see is her eyes, big and blue, so wide I can hardly believe it They’re set into a dainty, round face and fra are not so thin and weak I’m afraid to snap them She feels like a real woman, unlike the models alk around here most of the time Like she actually eats three meals a day

I finddown her body, over a full chest and wide hips that rab hold of the a white sundress toto her curves The lacy embroidered pattern at the helih the fabric, and I think each line of it ht be imprinted forever on my brain

“Sorry about that,” I say, at last, finding ”

“Oh,” she blushes, shaking her head “No, it’s fine No harues me but also sends a jolt of fear down h to live here, and I’ve never seen her before, which seems unlikely or she’s a tourist Which ain

Or there is always the third, and perhaps more awful option, that she’s ht his new bride back home

But ould that be so awful? I’ ahead of myself – so unlike me – normally these women can never turn my head…