It was during one of those interminable storms, the kind that drenches the soul as much as the pavement, when you first found solace. You had been holed up in a tiny, waterlogged bookstore, the scent of old paper and mildew a strangely comforting balm. He was there, a mop of dark hair and eyes that held the mischievous gleam of an unrepentant im...Read more