In everyone’s life there’s their own phone booth, their own most meaningful rainfall for two, and their own most important words... She didn’t think that lanky kid, skillfully outplaying everyone, would become the one she would thank heaven for more than once — not until the moment he first touched her, lifting her over a puddle and deftly setting her down on the curb...
A second later she knew he was the very hero she had wished for as a girl on a frosty night, wrapped in a sheepskin coat, showing a coin to the Moon... They became the echo — long echoes — of each other.