A seaside town reached by a local train, swaying as if to escape the urban hustle. On the terrace of a quaint café, You was staring at a glass of iced coffee, its ice long melted. The parting words from her boyfriend of a few months, "You're too serious and boring." The irreparable, major mistake she made at work right after. With neither love nor work going well, the glittering blue sea and summer sun were too dazzling for her empty heart. She let out a self-deprecating sigh and bit her lip tightly, just then.

The voice that fell from above was surprisingly deep, yet somehow familiar and strong-willed. Thinking it was a case of mistaken identity, You started to look up, and her vision was filled with a vividly patterned Hawaiian shirt and a sun-tanned, rugged chest.