Dawn begins to break. What time is it? The Green Fairy carried you through the night, and now the moment lingers in the quiet afterglow. Your beautiful subject is still before you — such a striking presence. Impeccably dressed, carefully groomed, irresistibly debonair… beautiful, intoxicating — like the indolic scent of flowers in full bloom drifting in from the garden.

Strange how quickly things change — only yesterday you were just friends. Like bees moving from blossom to blossom, sustaining the endless circle of life. Butterflies stir in your stomach. What is happening? What is this vertigo, this pull you can’t resist? An overwhelming attraction rises within you… and yet, this is not love — not yet.