everything & nothing.
a quiet thursday night. listening to music and reading fashion articles V, M, and i decide to go for a walk. a different thursday compared to the previous where we have met up with the boys at our neighborhood pub, the marylebone. quaint posh. drinking glamorous cockatils 2 for 1.
as we walk, we revel at our neighborhood. i walk them my route to work, past the sweet shops and yummy italian cafes. the chiltern firehouse is lit up with it’s glamorous ambiance. we want to go inside. we window shop with our eyes. M is hungry so we stop at our neighborhood pizza place. the warm Italian knows our faces by now. he offers us a sweet pizza to go. we are full but we take it.
nights like this make me love this city. i stroll up our street, sweet pizza wrapped in a napkin in my hand. M, a sweet, chatty brunette from the south of france, to my left, and V on my right, a shiny, blonde american/italian. we chat about everything and nothing. i feel happy and alive.
