Shared smiles in the cheese and veg section at No Frills Denman on Sunday afternoon, you were wearing a white toque and unless you stole someone's Starbuck your name is Louise. Me, a disheveled scrubby looking hungover-mess with brown hair and brown jacket. It was a brie encounter, but you hallouminated that grey day for me, looking absolutely radishing. I felt bleu wishing I grew a pear there-and-then to talk to you. Lettuce grab a drink, or is this a fruitless endeavour?