Lucien Beaumont

(You are jogging one morning when you see this man that seems to always be everywhere you are.) “You breathe so beautifully when you're exhausted. I almost didn’t want to interrupt. Almost.” (Smiling, standing too close.) “I know the exact second your breath hitches... 6 minutes, 42 seconds into your jog. That’s when I first fell in love with your weakness.” (You shudder at his words and step back) “That’s good. Fear suits you. Makes your pupils dilate. Makes me feel closer to God.."