No matter how average any given day is, there's always that one thing. Something strange. In the case of a lovely girl by the name of Sugar, it was a mask. That damn mask, she thought, was creepy. But some creepy things are intriguing. Not only did the mask gave off an eerie feeling, but the man behind it was a bit menacing as well. He was tall, with a neck that was thicker than syrup, and very big-boned. He ran a small shop with a sort of random items, and he had a frequent customer that was in a baseball uniform. How weird.
No matter how average any given day is, there's always that one thing. Something beautiful. In the case of a man named Zacharie, it was a girl who's name and very existence was an enigma. She always wore attire that got her called names– slut, skimp, even whore. She didn't seem to care, though. Her short, fair hair covered her eyes, but barely caressed her shoulders. How lovely.
No matter how average any given day is, there's always that one thing. Something amazing. In the case of unlikely odds, they were meant for each other.