There’s something special about a first meeting when the connection is immediate. But the second time is different.
The second time is when you realise it wasn’t just luck.
When I saw him again, there was no hesitation, no polite formality. Just a familiar smile and that quiet sense of recogni...
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White Wine & Sharp Edges
He asked if I liked surprises.
I said yes.
Instead of the usual reservation at a quiet restaurant, he handed me a glass of crisp white wine and said, “Trust me.” A few minutes later he had booked something, and then I found myself standing in front of a wooden target, holding an axe, laughing...
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An Evening That Stayed With Me
There’s a particular kind of Sydney evening I love when I tour there. The city feels softer after dark, the air warmer, conversations slower.
Last night reminded me why I adore what I do.
We met quietly for dinner, the kind where neither of you feels the need to check the time. Good wine, thou...
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