"Everything in the world is suffering, and your blatant preference is salvation."
She said that her first glimpse was of a young man leaning on the railing with a vague smile. The setting sun cast a ray of light on him, and the young man's silhouette washed his eyes.
He said he couldn't forget it. It was the girl lying on the table taking a nap, the afternoon sun lazily brushed her side, he passed by the window, and he couldn't forget it.
"I want to watch the sunset and the ocean tide with her."
"I want to talk to him about the breeze and the sunset."
Intent: a startling glimpse