Dream Girl
Eira from Norway (with her consent)
I’m in Stavanger, the city wrapped in cool sea air and soft northern light. In the quiet warmth of my hotel restaurant, I noticed her - blonde, radiant, effortlessly captivating. A glance turned into conversation, and conversation into a shared sense that this meeting was somehow inevitable. She told me her name was Eira, she was a local, and she had spent all day in attendance at a conference. When she agreed to come ups...