"You're already seventeen, what are you waiting for?"
The boy asked.
"Life. Something different."
The girl answered.
"You should have a clear image of your dream by now."
"How 'bout you? You're just months younger than me. Do you already have a dream?"
"Of course!"
"What do you wanna be then?"
"A vagabond. A sailor. I wanna go somewhere that's not this old town. I wanna cross the seas. I wanna walk the cities at night. I wanna see the northern lights someday."
"I see. So, where do you plan to go? Iceland?"
"Nowhere in particular. Maybe just to where my ship takes me."
"You're quite the dreamer. Your eyes are very telling."
"Really? Haha. How about you, Marie? Where do you wanna go to one day?"
"Nowhere in particular. I guess... just to where your ship takes you."
