Maya hated rain. It reminded her of the day Aleksandar left, taking her trust and her heart with him. But tonight, as October rain drummed against the windows of Café Renaissance, she found herself seeking refuge in the warm, coffee-scented interior. The café was crowded, every table occupied except for one small corner spot. As she settled with her sketchbook, a melody drifted through the air—a guitar playing something hauntingly beautiful. She looked up to find a man with kind eyes and calloused fingers, pouring his soul into every note. Their eyes met. Time stopped. And in that moment, Maya realized that some encounters are not accidents—they are destiny...