Enter Alondra McArthur, the elusive one. They’ve known each other since high school. He says he’s been in love with her since then, but she has different thoughts on that. She seems impervious to his charms. He thinks she’s just playing hard to get and enjoys the chase though it frustrates the crap out of him. But her eyes … He would walk across Strangerville deserts in the middle of sumer for a chance to gaze upon them again. And her skin … It always smells like line-dried linen in a garden of roses. And that smile … Nothing else made him feel so weak.