Elizabeth is 20 years old when she finally moves to Spain. It's not the same as it would have been if she'd gone two years earlier but she still got there. Free as ever you might say. But it doesn't feel that way, the death of her mother is still fresh on her mind and the impression that she doesn't deserve this newfound freedom doesn't leave her. The days are long and feel blue in this sunny place until...until he appears, until she feels his gaze from the balcony high up, until he starts talking with his gentle charming words and his soft gestures and this quiet power that ripples off of him making her feel uneasy. It starts as a subtle attraction, like a faint breeze in this hot country in this hot summer, it's hard to tell what he wants. He's scares her at first but his presence starts feeling good, it cuts the loneliness, it interrupts the roaring in her chest. But than, she remembers that she was scared for a reason.