grumpy sunshine in Romance

The first time I saw him, I was chasing Buster through the dog park like a lunatic, my hair escaping its ponytail in wild wisps. Buster, my golden retriever mix, had decided the morning was too be...

The rain streaked the sidewalk in silver diagonals, a constant, dreary percussion against the pavement. Inside The Daily Grind, the world was warm, dry, and smelled of roasted promises.