He comes to my room the day after, it should be too easy but I really felt the need to have him there.
I ask him what to wear and he picks out the perfect dress: short and black from Givenchy, Tisci's masterpiece in the softest of satins. We empty the bar at Joséphine, then head for Saint Germain in search of a place to call home.
I haven't felt the need to watch the sun come up this strong since I left LA for what feels like a lifetime ago.