the road to where

February 1993 • Milan, Italy ᥫ᭡

Marisa is a young woman with lots of ambitions, lots of dreams, lots of curly, raven hair... and a fairly decent job in the publication industry, too. She's travelling to France for work, hopeful that a much deserved promotion may as well turn her life around and pull her out of her poor, judgmental hometown once and for all ... but little does she know that her life will be turned around by a fortunate meeting with an irresistibly charming, mysterious, foreign man at the airport in Milan, instead. She'll find him right when she's not even sure she can find herself at all... and when she's not sure she can find her boarding gate to begin with, either. All clumsiness circa boarding gates and travel items aside, they may not be on the same page, and oftentimes they won't be, being almost total strangers and all ... but their random meetup will still, inevitably leave a mark in both of them. To the point in which they won't be able to stay away from the other one for any longer than five minutes. Looking for the other one and lowkey hoping not to get caught redhanded doing that, because it just wouldn't be their style.

Will it be a random fascination, will it be love, will it be just a flirt and that's it, or she will just end up being yet another woman in yet another port for him? Or, even worse... will he just end up looking like yet another one of those guys who are all smoke and no fire, to her eyes? Judging a book by its cover, Marisa would never bet a penny on him. But will he do what she's far too adamant to do herself ?

Get aboard, sit down, and fasten your seatbelts. No pun intended. We're about to find it out.

St. MMXXIV.X.VIII