Deeply engrossed in a surreal philosophical conversation with a close group of kindred spirits, Sam has not initially noticed the girl who has slipped into a vacant seat beside him. Although they have yet to meet, she effortlessly assumes a position of confident familiarity, as though she has always known him intimately and there can be no doubt of her rightful belonging. Caught entirely unawares; he innocently turns and, unsuspecting Fate's slight hand, their two worlds collide. A startled Cupid is momentarily disarmed by the intensity of such a perfect heavenly match. Dropped bow and golden arrows strewn, Aphrodite's inspired agent seizes a blunt gnarly dagger and urgently plunges the jagged blade deep into an open tender heart, twisting purposefully with every last ounce of pure devoted psyche. Such rare and precious catch, divine determination cannot let slip, so wraps the stricken amorous-organ tightly in an abandoned off-cut of rusty barbed-wire; with each breath such piercing reminder, this once-mortal soul will certainly never stray far. In equal abundant measure, the overcome guardian angel weeps with joyful sorrow; end and beginning eternally captured in one inescapable instant. Failed words and overlooked introduction displaced, the pair embrace affectionately and claim the first of a million kisses.