Five Songkrans. Five stolen afternoons. One woman Rin can't stop finding on the same Bangkok street.
She doesn't have Joy's number.
She doesn't need it.
Every April the city floods with water and music and ten thousand people, and somehow, impossibly, they find each other anyway.
Until the year they stop needing a festival.
Until the year they move into the same building.
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