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Have you ever felt like Fate personally hated you? Well wouldn't you know- it seems I'm not alone. I've been personally antagonized by the only person I think is completely egotistical.
The story unfolds in a busy American suburb during the late 1970s, where neighborhoods stretch into rows of identical houses, telephone wires carve lines through wide summer skies, and teenagers drift between record stores, diners, and late-night conversations about art and the future.
Irene "Iris" is part of the town's small circle of art-obsessed misfits. With hazel eyes, paint-stained clothes, and a camera that's rarely far from her hands, she spends more time observing the world than fitting neatly into it. Her friends are the strange ones. The ones sketching in notebooks during class, arguing about music and politics, and quietly living outside the expectations everyone else seems comfortable with.
Iris believes creativity matters more than practicality. Life, to her, should be about meaning, expression, and chasing the things that make you feel alive. The future can figure itself out later.
Michael is almost the opposite.
Quiet, sharp, and hard to read, he moves through the same spaces with a careful sense of control. Around most people he's distant and serious, the kind of person who seems to already understand where his life is headed. Stability matters to him. Plans matter. The future isn't something to ignore.
When Iris and Michael first cross paths, their differences spark immediate tension. They clash over ideas, over priorities, over the kind of lives people should want for themselves. To Iris, he represents everything rigid and predictable about the world she wants to escape. To Michael, she seems reckless, drifting through life without thinking about where it might lead.
Yet their lives keep intersecting in small, inconvenient ways...