yesterday morning ben woke up late, made himself a pot of coffee, and looked out over the lake. he was surprised to see a row boat floating aimlessly on the water. he could see no one in it.
curious, he set out in his own small boat towards the wayward vessel. he hoped he would be able to bring it in and return it to whomever it belonged.
he did not expect to fall in love.
then, no one ever does.
ben especially did not expect to fall in love with the girl lying at the bottom of the boat.