Dressed in black with clean solid lines, she stood in contrast to the rain of light. "There’s a piece by Ismail Shammout I wanted to see in person," Black-ribboned Atelier Versace tapped across the marble star as she took his hand, "Come, it’s on preview in one of the galleries."
In a casual cotton dress for Hawaii’s 80-degrees-Fahrenheit and a pair of white Converse, she exited the vehicle. Moving caramel-colored sunglasses up to rest on the head, she adjusted her ponytail slightly, then breathed a sigh upon observation of the person [before her].
She was punctual, as expected. In a laced dress of layered white silk, she wore Italian leather sandals whose strings climbed up her calves and ended in tassels an inch below her knees. Around her neck was a platinum band, plain, understated and hallmarked by a personal jeweler in Venice.
Outside a small, seaside bosanska kavana, or Bosnian Café, Carmen sat in a white sundress and straw hat. A light wind kissed her cheeks, and while it was cool for beach weather, she felt rather contented.
In a koi-print wrapped dress with sleeves that resembled a kimono, the incognito thief leaned into a library chair and crossed her legs. A pair of white canvas Italian Superga classics peered beneath the silk, and the jumble of knots that made its short laces fell loose as she swung her leg to a soundless rhythm.
I'm eternally grateful for the kindness of many. I've been saved countless times by people who are either simply doing their jobs or expect nothing in return.
This may sound somewhat minor, but someone showed me how to be compassionate; that I must first give compassion to myself before I may appreciate compassion for and from others. I felt that was the kindest thing I've ever been granted.
Speaking of Chase, when I asked him what his first impression of you was, he said that you flew completely under his radar. I am curious: what was your first impression of him? Did you have the full measure of the man at the time, or has your perception changed?
I don't think it is within the capability of our particular Chase Devineaux to drift by unnoticed, despite his attempts to downplay himself. When he enters a room, he silently owns it. When he takes part in a conversation, he gradually dominates.
I was aware of him well before we ever met.
As a young man, he was always polite, honest and apologetic but none of that stood out to me while we worked together. It may have been impossible to measure him. I lacked the experience, and he was still becoming his own man. We performed during missions. We were amicable, and no more.
After our working relationship shifted into a different territory, my perception of him began to change. It was a classic case of action speaking louder than words. Or perhaps of distance providing perspective.
I've come to note that he secretly possesses one of the biggest hearts among anyone I have ever met.
I have so many fond memories of spring break. Perhaps my favorite was the time I convinced my friends to drive 1500 miles - one way - for pizza. They didn't think it was going to be worth it. It was.))