In the months that followed, Florian found himself actively looking for Kari in every place he went. He looked for her in hardware stores and cafes and, as winter turned to spring and summer, on the side of the gravel roads he drove every day.

When the summer was half-over, he decided to do something different. He said goodbye to his aunt and uncle, packed a backpack and hopped into his truck to seek a new horizon. After only a few days, he understood why Kari had decided to do this. After a few years of structured life, knowing exactly what he would be doing every day, this life of not knowing what would happen next was exhilarating.

A couple weeks later, he found himself in a fishing museum in a tiny northern town, looking at a small replica of a fishing boat, when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Turning around, a smile spread across his face as he saw Kari standing there.

"Hello, Florian," she said. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Good to see you too, Kari," he said.

"Long way from home, aren't we?" Kari peered into the glass case at the little fishing boat and the tiny plastic people on it.

"I decided to take a page out of your book and go explore."

She looked over at him and grinned.

After having a coffee in the museum's cafe, Florian turned to Kari. "So, where are we going next?"

"We?" she asked, the side of her mouth pulling up a little.

"If we're gonna keep meeting, we might as well travel together," he said.

"Third time's a charm, huh?" Kari smiled. "Where do you think we should go?"

Florian returned the smile and said, "Anywhere, everywhere."