“It’s my ritual, a habit, I can’t even leave the house before I sit down with my fountain pen an jot down how I’m feeling and what I want to accomplish today.” She giggled. “It’s so addictive!” The freckled girl with the oversized Harry Potter glasses told me that sunny afternoon in the café.
She smiled a lot and seemed pretty enthused about her long to-do list. Although we’d only talked for a few moments, she had a way of being, that made her surprisingly attractive. When she looked down at her computer she was concentrated, as if the…
