III

Louis lit another cigarette while he thought about what had just happened. About who he had just met.
At first glance she was pretty. Not beautiful or gorgeous or any other word used to describe women of such distinction. Just pretty. But upon closer inspection he realized just how magnificent she was.
She was a friend of a friend. An aquaintance really. But Louis felt as if he had known her for much longer. Or at the very least should have. As he finished his cigarette, Louis began to smile at the thought of getting to know her better.

II

"Okay. I love you too. I'll call you tomorrow."
Louis had called her every night for the past week, and he was beginning to tire of it. Maybe it was the distance, maybe it was just him. Either way he felt his love for her begin to fade. New York City was thousands of miles away, and Los Angeles was his new mistress.

I

Upon his arrival at LAX, Louis felt a sense of relief. He had made it. The flight was as expected. Long, boring, uneventful. Louis had never been to California, and he was excited for the month ahead of him.

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