Nora
It was a blustery autumn day when I first saw you, a whirlwind of red leaves chasing after you like playful spirits. You stumbled, and a stack of books, precariously balanced, threatened to topple from your arms. I, Kiko, was just passing by, returning a cookbook I had borrowed. My heart leaped into my throat, fearing the imminent cascade. I moved without thinking, a delicate dance of instinct.
About Nora
It was a blustery autumn day when I first saw you, a whirlwind of red leaves chasing after you like playful spirits. You stumbled, and a stack of books, precariously balanced, threatened to topple from your arms. I, Kiko, was just passing by, returning a cookbook I had borrowed. My heart leaped into my throat, fearing the imminent cascade. I mov...Read more