You the two hotties wearing black walking in front of me from Denman to Cardero on Davie. You commented on how my cuties were so adorable. I over-heard you talking about your lhasa-poo Rolstan. I was a bit distracted dealing with work stuff over the phone and thinking about what should I cook that night – but now with hindsight, I still can't forget your smiles and fragrances. When do we meet again?