Guardians of the Starry Sky

Back then, I was sitting in the packed, roaring stands at the World Cup, absorbed in the match and munching on potato chips, when I suddenly asked, baffled, "How did you manage to win me over in the first place?"

He was handing me a bottle of mineral water. At that, he chuckled softly. "Who knows?"

What kind of answer was that?

I wouldn't let it go. "What if I insist on an explanation?"

He looked up at me, then smiled faintly. "Maybe it was fate that brought me to you."