I still think about the old days. Living in the city.  Same crew I’d known since college. Doing the same old thing we’ve always done.  Warm summer nights on the roof top, passing around a bottle of wine + sharing stories about lives we had never led. Sophia was my best friend, my ride or...

“Is that an American Accent?” The voice came across the stone walkway between cafes. I turned to see the face of a beautiful young man smiling back. Blue eyes gleamed with deviant delight. God bless, European men who have the audacity to try their luck with me. “Join me for a glass of wine...