In the dark I unwrap my gift and inside is Dana. She turns her head and gives me a slow, shy smile. I didn't fall in love with her that night, but I fell just the same. In some ways, I'm still falling.
- Part 1 of Jitterbug Perfume
Window-shopping, hell, I know this woman. I slept with this woman. She's another story entirely. Her lips touch her glass and she takes a sip of her drink. I remember those lips all too well, even though the last time I touched them was almost three years ago.
- Part 2 of Jitterbug Perfume