Hey...

It is already such a difficult thing to live in the same era.
You were born in a far away country, a few years after me.
You studied a different career in a different school. Chances we met were so few.
And yet we met in such an unlikely place, and didn't just walk by.
Who would have ever guessed you'd be a writer in need of an illustrator.
Chances you like me are so few... but what's another coincidence in this story of ours?