It was a Thursday afternoon on a summer day. The sun was shining and enlightening the beautiful city of Izmit.
She was sitting in the humblest way in a cafeteria where she was volunteering as an English teacher.
I saw clean blue eyes, a forward head posture of 19 years old mysterious girl, garnished with a nice but smart smile, and a blonde hair ponytail. It was a magistral painting of a skilled artist.
That day was an ordinary day of a 27 years old adventurer. He was seeking, as in the case of every day since 1 and a half year, greatness and achievements beside being on the borders of a failed business.
Everything seemed to him to be ordinary. When stepped from his home door, he was not forecasting any adventure on that ordinary day. He picked up his guitar to repair it and walked to the instruments shop thinking of his business and his future.
... To be continued