It was always your dream to travel to Italy, more specifically to Verona, a city full of romance. You had to visit Juliet's house, you wanted to experience for yourself what you had read on the internet and what you had seen in movies.

You still couldn't believe you were there, witnessing with your own eyes all that beauty. You were in the garden of Juliet's house, sitting on a bench while the tourists around you were enjoying themselves and having fun. There is a local tradition that says that if you touch the right breast of the statue, you will have good luck in love. Also, on the walls of the house, visitors have left and continue to leave love messages written on paper and pasted on the walls.

You thought about leaving your own letter, but you still didn't know what to write; you needed inspiration, a motivation. You kept looking. Then, after giving up writing the letter, you took your camera and started taking pictures.

A few tourists were getting in the way of your photos, but you didn't care and kept going. Then, a man crossed right at the exact moment you pressed the camera button.

Dark navy blue dress shirt, black suit vest, black dress pants. He was an attractive man, mid-forties, blond hair slicked back so perfectly; black sunglasses concealed his eyes. He had traveled to take a vacation.

"Taking pictures of handsome strangers is your hobby?" he said with cold arrogance.