If I ever wanted a haunted, romantic epic, I sure got my wish. Here we are, from two different worlds, societies, cultures and languages, thousands of miles apart, incurably ill-suited to be together in the same place at the same time for long

Nothing about their story was normal, so it shouldn't have surprised him that the next time he'd see her wasn't going to be in New York as a normal story would have it, but rather somewhere more exotic, mysterious, challenging, and enchanting

Once upon a time they probably passed each other one morning on the boardwalk. She ran in one direction as he biked in the other. They walked the same beaches, ate at the same restaurants, waited in the same lines for the same ice cream and rode the same amusements that one summer, only they didn’t know each other. At some point, he probably heard her laugh and the hint of matchless accent among warm, sunny bustle of chatter and ocean splashes.