The chance to find a soulmate is like the sunrise on the west side. I traveled with this kind of fated lover together.

The girl nodded a head, her boyfriend knew she needed sea salt; they stared at a scene, exchanged eye contact, and laughed out loud together. They seemed to be quiet but various emotions and thoughts flowed between them.

My existence didn't even bother them. I wasn't even entitled to the name of the third wheel. I was just like a puppy following behind or beside them and reminded them it was time to get lunch, I was starving.