Three people, none of them have ever met, none of them knew what was going to happen.
One of them, a young man, Ryan, was going to have a wonderful day in his waterjet boat, maybe invite some friends.
Another one, Alison, was arguing with her boyfriend, a man who never loved her.
The last one, Gregory, a lonely young man.
Ryan opened the door to his luxury Lexus, Alison took her old Pontiac GTO, and Gregory took his compact car.
Ryan left for a day at the sea, Alison left her boyfriend and Gregory went to work.
Ryan dropped his boat keys in his house, whilst Alison and Gregory are starting their cars.
He instantly turns around and picks it up, wondering if he should stay home.
He finally leaves.
They all drive, in silence.
Alison's hair blows in her face, she stops the car and puts it in a ponytail.
They are all driving again.
On the long, painful stretch of road, Gregory looks for his glasses.
He has to stop as well to look for them in the glove box.
They keep going.
Ryan's phone ring