"Atleast tell me your name", he asked, running out while pulling on his shirt onto his torso.

"I'll tell you the next time I meet you", she calls back.

"Next time?" he shouts back from the porch.

"Yep. Lets hope Serendipty is not just the name of this place.", she grinned.

"You know I'm not John Cusak, right?" he frowned.

She just smiled back at him and accelerated her Harley.

"Have a good life then!" he yelled as he watched her revv up, leaving a trail of sand cloud behind her.

'Just who are you...', he thought to himself.

She saw him become smaller and smaller in her rearview mirror, "See you again, Stranger", she smiled,"maybe..."

Your random meeting turns into a night you would remember forever.

But the question is- Is it a serendipity meant to be or will it just end up being that one night of a beautiful memory?