She’s funny, charming and her sardonic wit leaves me with such a firm mental imprint that I find myself thinking of her at the most random of times—in the market, when prostitutes are causing trouble, when I go out to eat with friends and see a wide array of culinary masterpieces that I’ve yet to master.

Besides, she promised me a recipe for butter tarts, and she never gave it to me. I figure that if I met her in person, I could beat it out of her (or make her laugh until she handed it over).