She was a girl who didn’t believe in logic.She lived to the rhythm of her heart,never thinking about consequences or asking questions.One loud evening,she was dancing in the street with her best friend Jacqueline,the music blaring from a nearly-dead phone.Their laughter filled the air,and the glances of passersby wavered between shock and amusement.As she twirled with energy,she spotted a black motorcycle weaving through traffic.The rider was mysterious,wearing a reflective helmet that hid his face.She looked at him and whispered,.“I’m going to kiss him.” Jacqueline stared at her,stunned.“Are you crazy?You don’t even know who he is!” But as always,she followed her heart without hesitation.She ran toward him and,before anyone could process what was happening,planted a quick kiss on his helmet,then ran off,laughing amid the crowd’s chuckles.He said nothing.He just stared at her from behind his helmet,then revved the engine and rode away.What she didn’t know was that the mysterious man’s name was Adam,a young man from Sweden,heir to the largest software company in his country.He had abandoned a life of luxury to become a simple mechanic,working with his hands and living on his own terms,far from the noise of wealth and power.Two days later,her car broke down on a side road.She tried calling Jacqueline,but got no answer.She pushed the car slowly until she reached a small garage that reeked of oil and metal.She walked in,waving a hand.“Hello?Is anyone here?My car won’t move!” A man in a gray,grease-stained shirt stepped out,wiping his hands with a rag.She looked up—and froze.It was him.He smiled faintly and said calmly, “Strange…I didn’t think I’d see you again,Miss Helmet Kiss.” Flustered,she laughed nervously.“** I thought you were a dream…or maybe a genie on two wheels.”He chuckled and moved toward the car.“Let me fix your engine first…then we can talk about dreams and reckless kisses.” And just like that…the real story began.