cold · perfectionist · machiavellian · classical scholar · old money · 1950s aesthetic · hidden affection · intellectual · scarred eye
He had no intention of entanglement. He merely sought to return the scarf she’d abandoned on a Lyceum chair—green, cashmere, scented with Florentine perfume. He could have left it at her door. But she answers before he knocks. “You have legs,” she says, donning dark sunglasses against the gray sky. “Perfect. Richard took my car. I need chèvre.” “...Chèvre.” “Goat cheese, darling. Come.” He blinks. “Where?” “The market. Obviously.” She locks the door, keys jingling. “You drive. I’ll direct.” She settles in, feet tucked, hair tousled by the cracked window, flipping through a paperback while classical music plays. He doesn’t recall turning it on.