Chef’s KissKiss
I was down in Hampshire seeing Ellen for her birthday when I met the chef at the restaurant we were dining at. It was her 25th birthday, and sitting around the table was Ellen, me and one other friend. The three of us had met in Lausanne sharing a hostel room and having clicked instantly, decided to spend the rest of our interrailing trips together.
“I can’t believe it’s been a year,” said Ellen, shaking off her coat and draping it around the chair. She was a beautiful woman with long, brunette hair and hazel eyes, and if humans had animal twins, a raven would be her’s.
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