How could someone be so utterly perfect?

I harbored no ulterior motives, none at all. I simply felt that he was an incredible person.

Despite his towering status and a life surely far too busy for someone like me, when I invited him, he hadn’t looked down on me. He hadn’t dismissed me. Instead, with a quiet dignity, he’d agreed, his politeness disarming.

Drifting on the tailwinds of my admiration, a small storm brewed: where on earth would we go ...