"Get in." "I can't just go with a stranger…" "I'm not a stranger. You know my name." He raised an eyebrow. "And I know yours. That's more than enough." "That makes absolutely no logical sense…" --- "That's not normal," she said. "Nothing about me is normal." --- Some love stories begin with fireworks. Some begin with grand gestures and stolen glances across crowded rooms. Theirs began in a corner. In the dark. With two broken people who had no business finding each other. But they did. And that was the beginning of everything.