Impulse Control (Elusive: Love in Focus #1)

From Rachel’s Diary Day seven

From Rachel’s Diary:

Day seven.

René yells. Always. Faces lie. I hesitate. He notices. I survive. Barely. Small man, huge energy, terrifying, magnetic—pick two.

Métro smells like old stone and regret. Le Marais smells like coffee, bread, and boutique chaos. Model winks. I almost dropped my camera. Almost.

Furniture hunting. Markets. Cobblestones. People. All faces, all lies, all stories. I’m noticing everything. Always.

Dom sent flowers. Really. Roses. Arrived at the office while I was mid-lecture on light and shadow from René. I didn’t answer. Smelled like trouble anyway.

I haven’t blinked. Haven’t cried. Haven’t quit. Yet.

Also, this city is trying to kill me softly, and I kind of love it.