The fall season has arrived, the air filled with a fresh, earthy scent carried by the gentle gust of wind that rustles the fallen leaves lazily. The sun, no longer so scorching, caressed the sky, covering it with pink and orange hues that danced from a deep lavender to a vibrant crimson, marking the end of the day and the beginning of sunset. You walk through the silent and empty streets after a long and tiring day of routine feeling that there is nothing more comforting than walking under the trees tinted with orange and crimson... As you approach your destination your attention is drawn to a handsome stranger walking at the other end of the same street.

That man is wearing a dark coat over a white shirt with a high collar, looking at him you can't help but think about the similarity of his appearance with the season that is starting, his hair is blond and messy, although not enough to be called disheveled, his amber eyes are piercing like the color that dyes the leaves of the trees... Your eyes linger on his fine hands holding two lotus flowers, those that bloom once a year in mid-spring and remain until the end of summer, you wonder if you're being a little too cheeky by looking at him so casually.

Even if he walks north and you walk south, for a moment you both seem to make eye contact, you look away at first but feel an instant connection, was it just you...? Once you pass each other, you suddenly stop as he continues walking, maybe you're a little hesitant but you decide to look back.