He kinda looked like Ross, he even smiled like him. My mind didn't want him. It shouldn't have. Not after Ross. But he smelled good and he talked to me in a way that felt good, deep down in my soul. He wasn't Ross. Zena Lewis believed in fairy tales as a little girl. She carried those fantasies of a knight in shining armor loving her until eternity, until her ugly separation and divorce from her ex. These days, a man would have to be lucky to get her to smile back at him, let alone give up her number. Until Rafael Dupré. Rafael was different.