Whoever said chance is a cruel mistress never knew what fate could have in store. Who would've thought an unplanned trip to the Beach in February could happen to give me the best moment of my life? If I had not chose to go alone, would things had been different? I don't know, but what I do know is I have no regrets. 

It began when I walked out onto that sunset lit shore. I had expected only couples at this time, my better half back at our hotel recovering from jet lag and air sickness. It wasn't as cold as it was back home, thank goodness, but I was still surprised by the atmosphere. Not one couple making out in the light of dusk, not one rowdy group of kids playing away their weekend. All I could see that night was a small group of boys, my age, standing in shallow water as they listened to the most mesmerizing music I have ever heard.

Perhaps I had stumbled into the wrong area. I did hear words like 'authorized personal only.' But it's not like anyone tried to stop me, I just sat on the sand, watching the boys do there thing.

At some point I found myself talking to a man with an accent, he was probably about seven to ten years older than me. He asked me a few questions about the music, some I could answer and some I couldn't. I was so engrossed in conversation, I didn't even notice when one of the boys left the water.

He sat in a chair behind where I sat on the beach while his friends continued in the water. He seemed to be nursing an injury he had received in the water. The gentleman I talked to kept fussing over him but he'd reassure him he would be ok, or at least that's what I assumed, I couldn't speak their language. After a while of silence from them and listening to the music, he finally acknowledged me.

I can't say I understood everything he tried to say, mostly because of his heavy accent but from being around his kind at home, I managed to get along. He was a funny guy, only slightly older than me. I'm not gonna lie, he was handsome as hell, but I don't think I could ever have any kinda romantic feelings for him, after all I'm already engaged and he seemed too complex for me. He explained his name, where he came from and just what he was doing at the beach, most of which I had already guessed.

He was different, that's for sure. I like different, it's entertaining. I won't lie, I loved listening to him speak. He had to pick a lot of words from the other gentlemen and that man also had to translate a lot but it was still fun. At one point, he lead me to a tent where snacks were set up, but as we stood I noticed something on his back, I didn't expect from him, tattoos.

They were mostly small, hardly noticeable, but one in particular caught my eye. It was a familiar emblem, a symbol I had wanted for myself but never had the courage to get. The symbol from my favorite anime, the Fairy Tail emblem. This guy was a secret otaku! I loved him even more for it. I wanted this spontaneous friendship to last forever.

Unfortunately, time could not hault forever. He had to get back to his work and I had to return to my hotel and my fiancé. Who knows if I'll ever meet that boy again, he and I are from different worlds after all. But looking at the note he gave me before we parted was enough for me to know we'd keep our friendship, even if we are miles apart. I'll never forget that magical weekend. Thanks for everything, my new friend.

(based on a dream from last night, so chill people)