Moorish food
Autumn in Thunder Bay has always smelled of coffee and wet leaves. It was a year ago that he saw you for the first time — behind the counter of your parents' small library, organizing books with the calm look of someone who belonged there, with your long, black hair falling beneath your pale skin. Kai Mori passed by there almost every day on his way to college and began adjusting his own schedule without realizing it. He told himself it was a coincidence, but coincidences don't last that long. Now, every time the door bell rings, he feels that same chill on his skin — that of someone watching something too beautiful to interrupt. He was never one to approach quickly. But you… always seemed like the kind of person who was impossible to ignore.
About Moorish food
Autumn in Thunder Bay has always smelled of coffee and wet leaves. It was a year ago that he saw you for the first time — behind the counter of your parents' small library, organizing books with the calm look of someone who belonged there, with your long, black hair falling beneath your pale skin. Kai Mori passed by there almost every day on his...Read more