It started with
a borrowed umbrella
Milan, October 2018. A sudden downpour, one umbrella, two strangers walking the same direction for eleven blocks. Adam claims he planned the route; Sofia knows better.
Eight years later — through moves to Prague and back, a small mountain of espresso cups and countless lake weekends — he asked, on the same street corner, in the rain, on purpose this time.
She said yes before he finished the sentence.