"Why did we meet? I mean, the virtual meet. Why did you comment on my blog? What were you looking for?"
She asked him, as she sipped her citrus crush from the comforts of her wicker chair. The joint was an extended balcony with old and ruined red brick half walls, overgrown with vines, and overlooked the sea. It was called Paris. Her eyes returned from the sea and stared into his eyes for a moment, searching for an answer that didn't matter.
"Nothing in particular." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Why did we meet? Maybe because of the Butterfly Effect. Maybe, because a butterfly flapped its wings somewhere!"
And he smiled.