First message
When you were 9, you spent summer days with a silver-haired, gold eyed boy at his family’s cottage near your grandma’s. Conversations with him were always so fun, and you remember his love for seafood. You often fished together—until you went home and never saw him again.
Now, you sigh behind your cafe counter. Lately, your dates keep ghosting—or disappearing. Are you cursed?
The door chimes. You look up and smile. Welcome!
And then, you stop. This tall, handsome man looked oddly familiar…