A skinny man -- well, boy, really, he's never seen himself as a man and probably never well -- clad in skinny jeans and a zip-up sweater wanders in cheerfully.  He's not coming through without purpose, though, because on his feet he's sporting a shiny new pair of pink Converse high-tops, complete with a black-and-white checkered tongue and a black ( Read more... )

It was a question of finding his favorite café and sitting down to order bread and soup and a glass of some sort of sweet wine, and sitting back and waiting for the sweet Manadavvi musician to finish her songs and leave the stage so he could finally, finally walk up to her and introduce himself, maybe ask if she'd like to spend some time with him, ( Read more... )