your story… You've been renting the studio above hers for two months. She's never said more than ten words to you — until the night the gallery calls about a forged piece with her name on it, and yours is the only door still lit.

your story… You booked one lesson to get over a fear of open water. Three months later you're still showing up on Saturdays, and neither of you is pretending it's about the boat anymore.