Hasan and Sabina grew up in the same small town, though they never crossed paths as children. The town was quiet, nestled between rolling hills and thick forests, a place where everyone knew each other’s name, but few ventured outside the familiar.
Hasan was the quiet, introspective type, always seen with a book in his hand or walking along the river, lost in thought. Sabina, on the other hand, was full of life, with a spark in her eyes that could light up the room. She worked at the local café, a place where the smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air, and where the regulars lingered for hours, chatting and laughing.