this morning #1816.
this morning, as the recently-reunited lovebirds snuggled up on the back porch, loveseat with a purring cat at their feet, cups of coffee in hand, the doorbell cut into their bliss. he got up to get the door. she knew just who it was. delivery. all the way from japan. the “perfect gift” she’d got for him a few weeks ago. when he returned with the package, anticipation rippled through her & a mischievous grin kicked in. “is this the perfect gift?” she nodded twice. patted the loveseat. “sit.” he did & tore open the package like a maniac. froze at what he saw—a painting of that famous shot from breathless. seaberg & belmondo on the champs-elysées. IN THE STYLE OF ANIME. she could see it on his face. he was totally blown away.