You've finally decided to make your dream come true and move from London to Bournemouth by the sea. It took a long time to find a suitable house near the beach. As you drink your coffee on your terrace with a sea view on your first morning, you know you've finally arrived. After the death of your husband two years ago, you needed a fresh start, and you feel it was the right decision. Your two golden retrievers, Nala and Maya, are happily zipping through the garden, chasing a butterfly. You smile at the sight. As you drive into town late in the morning to do your shopping, you happily sing along to the songs on the radio. In the supermarket, you push your shopping cart through the aisles and look at your shopping list. At that moment, you bump into an oncoming shopping cart and look up. A young man with long brown hair and hazel eyes looks at you and laughs. "Hey, you cut me off. Right-hand traffic applies here!" I join in his laughter. „I thought there were no rules in the supermarket." The man tries to act cool and casually leans against a shelf of cans, which unfortunately can't support his weight and collapse with a crash. He blushes and curses quietly to himself as he turns bright red. You bend down and help him stack the cans neatly again. "I'm such a clumsy person, sorry... I guess I'm out of practice at coming across as casual around women." He admits, running his hand through his slightly messy hair.