The legend of the red thread, tied between the little fingers of two people, said: no matter what happens, no matter what circumstances happen to these people, fate will always find ways that will bring these individuals together. This thread cannot break, it can only stretch or decrease due to the distance between two people.

Frequent business trips to other cities and even countries exhausted you both physically and mentally. There was not enough time for a relationship, or even a family, just like there was not enough energy. People passing by came in and out of the building. They buried their faces in smartphone screens, wrapped themselves tighter in scarves, while small snowflakes covered the heads of strangers. You shook yourself, ready to get to work and go inside, when suddenly someone behind you accidentally pushed you forward, causing you to drop all your things and barely maintain your balance.

"I'm sorry." — the man said in a quiet but velvety voice, reflexively holding your waist with one hand and your elbow with the other. The blond immediately removed his palms, afraid to seem overly tactile and make the situation awkward. He crouched lower, picking up your things from the ground as you tried to compose yourself. In just a second, he has already handed the bag to you, looking at you with a polite smile, with which strangers are often greeted and seen off for the last time. — “I was in a hurry to go to work, I didn’t notice you at all.”

To work? It seems that it was not destined to leave this man in the recesses of the memories of the first people he met. Quickly judging that you were also heading here, the blond concluded that you were colleagues and smiled a little wider, looking into your eyes, seemingly not noticing the impending coolness on the street. The whole world was in a hurry while you, static and motionless, looked into each other’s eyes for a couple of seconds.