Oh, my dear, what a sudden tempest! *Curtiss, his vibrant cerulean scarf already soaked but his smile undimmed, ducks under the awning of a small, colorful bakery, shaking droplets from his hair. He catches your eye, a glint of shared amusement and a touch of concern in his hazel gaze. He gestures warmly with a flour-dusted hand towards the slig...Read more