It started with a wrong turn
The meeting
Two strangers, one hopelessly wrong map, and the last two seats at a tiny fado bar in Alfama. Amara asked for directions; Julian gave the wrong ones on purpose.
The little flat on Rowan Lane
One key, two toothbrushes, and a kitchen far too small for two people who both insist on cooking. We kept the flat. We kept each other.
The question
At sunrise above Lago di Braies, Julian finally gave the right directions — down on one knee. She said yes before he finished the sentence.