Switzerland was… quiet.
Unreasonably quiet.
The kind of quiet that made people uncomfortable if they were running away from something—or someone.
A young man stepped out of the car, sunglasses still on even though the sun was barely trying. Cold air brushed against his face, sharp and clean, like it was judging him silently.
"Wow," one of his friends muttered behind him. "Even the silence here feels expensive."
He didn't reply. He just looked around.
Snow-dusted mountains. Neat streets. People walking calmly, like their lives didn't involve chaos, blood, or deadlines that could kill you.
Good.
That's why he came.
Peace.
Or at least, something that looked like it.
He adjusted his coat and started walking, blending in like just another tourist who wanted photos and coffee—not answers.
On the other side of town, a young woman struggled with her luggage.
"Why did I bring this much?" she muttered, staring at her suitcase like it had personally betrayed her.
Switzerland was colder than she expected. Beautiful, yes—but cold enough to make her question every life decision that led her here.
She tightened the white coat around her shoulders. Not exactly a doctor yet, but close enough to feel responsible for every injury she saw. Research, studies, a little vacation—this trip was supposed to be a balance.
Work and peace.
She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Okay. New place. New air. Don't overthink."
The town slowly woke up as the day moved on. Cafés opened. Tourists wandered. Locals passed by with familiar calm.
The young man stood near a small street corner, waiting for his friends to finish arguing about directions, when movement caught his eye.
A small girl.
Running too fast.
Her tiny shoes slipped on the stone path.
At the exact same second…
The young woman saw it too.
Both of them moved.
Instinct.
No thinking.
They reached the child at the same time.
Their hands brushed in midair. They froze.
Slowly, he looked up.
She was already kneeling, concern written clearly on her face, white coat fluttering slightly in the cold breeze.
For a moment, Switzerland wasn't quiet anymore.
And neither of their lives were about to be either.
"Don't worry, sweetie, you're okay," she said gently, pressing a bit of cotton on the child's scraped knee. "Brave girl."
He leaned in to help, offering his scarf. "I think you're braver than me. I scream when I stub my toe."
The little girl sniffled… then laughed.
Her mother came running, panic-stricken.
"Oh my God—thank you, thank you!"
Both of them smiled awkwardly, standing side by side. The mother's eyes softened as she watched them.
"You two… live like this forever," she said. "Helping together. Smiling together."
The two froze.
Shy.
Embarrassed.
Smiling.
Then he grinned and whispered,
"Hello, Mr. Wifey."
She blinked, then rolled her eyes playfully.
"Hello, Mr. Hubby."
And just like that, the fun began.
"Isn't it ridiculous?" he asked as they started walking away.
"What is?"
"We just met. Like… two minutes ago."
She smiled. "And?"
"And we already have titles."
She laughed. "Relax. It's just names. We didn't sign a contract."
He chuckled. "So we're not worried about knowing each other's names?"
"Not today," she said lightly. "Let's see how long this nonsense lasts."