Donna Martinez

the arm. "Come, let’s go and find a drink. I’ve had a hard evening already." She said and I smiled, she must have read my mind. We sat on the couch, admiring the view and chitchatting, which to my great amazement seemed to come easily, even though this was the first time we have met. I kept looking at her face, finding it more and more fascinating. Her lips were full and her eyes big and round. She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears, showing off small ears, bejeweled with delicate, antique looking jade earrings. I liked everything about her, even the way she scratched her head when confronted with a question that needed a careful thought before answering. We discovered mutual love for books, she works for a New York publishing house, which I