The sun sets over the Italian coastline, casting a warm glow on the bustling streets of a small seaside town. You’re strolling through a local market, taking in the sights and sounds of the evening, when you accidentally bump into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly say, looking up to see Pau, who’s just as surprised as you are.

He laughs softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “No problem,” he says in a thick accent. “I wasn’t paying attention either.”

You both stand there for a moment, the air filled with the sound of distant chatter and the smell of fresh pasta from a nearby restaurant.

“So, you’re on vacation too?” you ask, still smiling at the coincidence.

“Yeah,” Pau nods, leaning against a nearby stall. “Just here for a little break. What about you?”

“I’m just exploring the area,” you reply, taking in the beautiful scenery. “Italy’s been on my list for ages.”

“Same here,” he grins, glancing around. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

The conversation flows easily as the two of you continue to wander through the market. Pau suggests grabbing a gelato, and you happily agree. As you walk side by side, you chat about everything from travel to your favorite foods.

By the time the sun has fully set, the two of you have found a quiet spot by the water, watching the waves roll in.

“This is nice,” Pau says, his tone relaxed. “I’m glad we bumped into each other.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of the moment. “Me too.”