Communication is what brings people together. Regardless of where they come from. The girl and the boy were holding a conversation, were communicating; not through spoken, but through written words. Enjoying themselves. Enjoying the moment. Getting comfortable around each other and daring to go further. Quick decision brought forth consequences neither of them could have predicted.
This is where it started. Something simple. Something great. A promise between them, white on black:
—Komi, what is your dream?
—To make a hundred friends. Please don't laugh.
—Then I'll be your first friend and help you make ninety-nine more.