the door. when he saw me, he cracked a sincere smile and came to me with open arms.
after a strong hug, i asked if it was the smell of official never mind my hair i’m doing yours vintage shirt. he looked at me as one looks at a child. there is no such thing as chance. i said i had even thought about stopping by his shop, but i did not want to get in his way in mid-afternoon, while he was working. well-known in the city for having unusual working hours, he said: “i called it a day. i came to talk to you.” i laughed and said he 