Drunk on Rouge in Rouge Alley

When I first saw him, he gazed at me from across a room shimmering with light. I thought it was just a chance glance. Later, he told me he’d spent ages searching for the girl who had crouched by the entrance to the art exhibition, changing the water. It turned out that every love at first sight in this world was more than a fleeting glimpse. His eyes had already passed over countless faces, only to come to rest on one person.

He remembered the meaning of champagne roses from beginning to end. And I believed in it from beginning to end.