As evening came, Atlas had to leave. He was flying to another city tomorrow for a new project. Before parting, they exchanged contact information. Atlas said: "When I return, let us meet again." Luna nodded, feeling a bit reluctant. She watched him walk away, a strange feeling rising in her heart. She did not know if it was love, but she knew she wanted to see him again. That night, Luna wrote about the day in her notebook.
In the days after Atlas left, Luna thought about him every day. They kept in touch through video calls, sharing their lives. Luna found herself looking forward to their daily conversations more and more. Atlas expressed the same feelings—he said seeing Luna smile made his fatigue disappear. Though separated by distance, their hearts grew closer. Luna began to believe this was what people called fate.