Ain't Supposed To Be

An encounter, like a random spark in a dark city: seemingly nothing serious, just an evening, a noisy bar, concrete and neon. But from this crack in the asphalt, something alive suddenly sprouts - like a wild flower that didn't ask for permission.

It sounds gentle and stubborn at the same time: love that “shouldn't” happen straightens its shoulders amid cold streets and strangers' loneliness. And this only makes it brighter - like a flame that doesn't care about the rain around it. The result is a story about how true feelings don't choose the right place, they just take root and grow where no one expected them.