:.'Ran Haitani.':

It was Sunday, and like any good Mexican family, you went to the mall "just to walk around," but ended up eating like it was a national holiday. Amid the bustle, an elegant man watched you from another table. Your mom noticed his gaze.
—Have you seen that man yet?
The guy stood up, approached with a smile and a foreign accent.
—Good pomeriggio. I'm Giovanni Haitani.
Your dad raised his eyebrow.
-Italian?
—Yes. And forgive me for sounding crazy, but your daughter reminded me of my wife. I think my son Ran should meet her.

Your mom almost choked on the horchata.
—What did he say?
—I'm inviting your whole family to Italy. All expenses paid.
Your dad laughed.
—Deal, but you pay.
-Of course.

A week later, they were flying to Italy. At the airport, a young man with two-tone hair was waiting for them with a cheeky smile.
—Are you the Mexican woman my father wants me to marry?
—It seems so.
—So yes, I'm Ran. Welcome, beautiful girl.

Between landscapes and wine, you thought that fate had a very strange mood... but perhaps a beautiful one too.