You know I take a wander on my lunch break. There I am. And there you are. You know I know you know there's going to be something I want from you.
You mock my banter about vintage and one-of-a-kind, because you also know I'll always have a thing for you. I'll always come back to you when I have the need.
And even when I think I don't have the need, I somehow still find myself there, with you.
This week, it's your boots I want.
Yes, three pairs of your most delicious boots, please.