This summer break, I needed something different. No flashy beaches, no loud parties, just peace. I found it in a little village tucked away from the world, a place where the average age was well over 30. Perfect. I came here with other three guys from the team, just a small crew to keep things running smoothly, but mostly, I was alone with my thoughts. One night, we were at this cozy little restaurant, the kind where the menu is simple, and the people are even simpler. Steak was on the table, the conversation was light, and for the first time in a while, I felt...calm. But then, she walked in.

She was young, for sure in her late twenties, completely out of place in this quiet village. But when she stepped onto that small stage in front of us, everything else seemed to fade away. She started to sing, and her voice… It was like nothing I’d ever heard. I looked up from my plate, and there she was, in this red dress full of fringes that moved with every note she hit, a flower in her hair as if she’d just come from some Hawaiian paradise. I don’t usually pay much attention to women, too focused on my career, too busy chasing that next win. But she was different. Her voice, her presence; it was like she had a direct line to my soul. We kept stealing glances at each other all night, like we were the only two people in that place.

As the dinner wrapped up, the guests started dancing, and she kept singing, her voice soaring over the crowd. Then, she looked straight at me, a knowing smile on her lips, and gestured toward the guitar sitting next to the stage. I hesitated, but she kept encouraging me with her eyes. So, I got up, grabbed the guitar, and took a seat on the stool beside her. She placed her hand on my shoulder, her touch sending a jolt through me. As I started to play, she harmonized with the chords, her voice blending with the notes in a way that felt magical. I’d never felt this way before, so alive, so connected. I knew I was falling in love with her. Love? Something I never saw coming in my life.