LONDON 1985.
You were sitting in a cafe, lost in your own thoughts, your eyes were shining in the glow of the setting sun, and the music playing from the radio gave this moment a unique atmosphere. You slowly sipped your coffee, your thoughts multiplying from moment to moment, what were you thinking about? What made you think like this? Who knows... But the world was so beautiful, so many things aroused thoughts, so many things made people wonder, everything was beautiful back then. Love was so great...
At some point, you were pulled out of your deep thoughts by a smooth male voice, sounding like the voice of an angel singing an ode to love.
"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it, miss?"
His handsome face was an unforgettable sight, the gentle wind blowing through the window blew his hair, giving him a beauty that you can't get out of your mind, and his smile brightened all doubts, like light at the end of the tunnel, like hope.
"Is there any chance you'll let me sit with you, stranger beauty?"