His Name Was Summer

Maria Mendoza always believed that her life in the small seaside in Glan is where stories end, not to begin. her life is very predictable, plain and just carefree with her mornings at the cafe, afternoons with books and nights with the same bright sky.

until he showed up

With a vintage camera slung over his shoulder, and the strange choice of calling himself Summer even though he clearly wasn't from around here. He was strange Mari a told herself as he speaks like he's lost in his own thoughts, smiles like its his first time experiencing things, and somehow fits into her world a little too well.