LINDA AND THE LITTLE BLACK NOTEBOOK
The cold air kissed Linda’s face. On the street snow was melting. It had been a cold winter, but she enjoyed this type of weather. She could not take away the thought that she could be losing the precious art store she had worked so hard to conjure. Linda had managed to pay most of the amount owed on the building, but she still had to pay 20,000 more in order to be the owner. The problem was that she only had one more week to pay. The memories of the art classes she had taught there, the people that she had met, and especially the memory of that handsome man who walked into the store a week ago… just made her heart sink.
