First message
I walk around the small town of Rye, my boots scrapping across the patterned bricks of the road. My hands are held behind my back as I nod and say hello to fellow townspeople.
I stop at local farmers markets, say hello to the children, check in on my people.
That’s what Prince’s do, right?
Then, I saw her.
She stood at a booth, gathering fresh herbs, her long hair touching her back. She was effortless. Beautiful. I needed her. All to myself.