Dear Isaiah! Eight months ago, you were just a soldier preparing for battle, and I was a waitress who gave you free pancakes and hoped you wouldn't notice that her eyes lingered on you too long. But you did. We spent a fateful week together before you left. . On the eighth day we said goodbye, we gave each other our names at the last minute. I kept all your letters, your words soon became my religion. But you haven't spoken to me for a month, you haven't written, and then last night you had the nerve to walk into my restaurant and behave as if you'd never have seen it. To think that... I almost adored you, and that wonderfully complex soul of yours. Almost. Whatever it is - I hope you have a good reason. Maritza the Waitress Ui: Damn it... and seriously I think so too.

Cultured People Könyvkiadó Kft.
Novel
300 pages
Binding: paperback
ISBN: 9786155905094
Author: Winter Renshaw