In desperate need of an 'afternoon pick-me-up,' I stopped in a strip mall's Starbucks. While my Expresso Frappuccino with three expresso shots was being assembled, a woman stepped up behind me. With her approach, the air swirled about me like a localized whirlwind. A cloud of her presence activated my olfactory sense as I inhaled a whiff of her perfume. It was a scent I recognized. It was my favorite, Riva Gauche by VSL....

I had spent the last three days staring at this scrap of paper. After what had happened, I wasn't sure what I should do, or if I should do anything, it was plain as day - 555-873-3201. What the hell! I called the number. It rang. Someone picked up. "Hola, jello." It had to be her with that slightly broken-English response. "Silvia?" "Si, this is Silvia." Holy shit, she had actually given me her real number. I was nearly s...