But Yuki wasn’t budging. She’d met Kenji on a beach in Okinawa during what she called her “quarter-life breakdown.” She’d just quit her job, found out her ex was now dating her former boss (ouch), and was ready to
become a hermit who spoke only to sea turtles. Instead, she met Kenji, who offered her a cold lemonade, a listening ear, and a chair in the shade. Not a bad trade.
They talked. They walked. They even danced barefoot in the sand to old Elvis songs played from his phone speaker. Ten days later, they were married.