On this day in September, there was a gentle breeze and slight drizzle.

It brought a lot of cool air to Michigan that had been hot and humid.

Alex Rockefeller sat in front of a glass window in a cafe while he looked at the pedestrians walking past in a hurry as it drizzled outside.

The small cafe’s decorations didn’t seem to cost a lot.

Apart from a female waitress in her thirties and the female boss, there were three long-legged women who looked like university students. Although they were dressed up very nicely, Alex had no eyes for them.

His mind was completely focused on the music that was being played in the cafe.

The song was none other than Daya Stoermer’s Three Lifetimes.

“Wendy, check that handsome guy out. He hasn’t looked in our direction once since he came in. I bet his relationship just ended.”

“What’s the matter? Are you attracted to him? Why don’t you try flirting with him? It might develop into a beautiful and touching love story worthy of being turned into a lo