When 26-year-old Yuki told her friends she was marrying a 70-year-old man named Mr. Kenji, jaws hit the floor. The group chat exploded. Comments ranged from:

But Yuki wasn’t budging. She’d met Kenji on a beach in Okinawa during what she called her “quarter-life breakdown.” She’d just quit her job, found out her ex was now dating her former boss (ouch), and was ready to

become a hermit who spoke only to sea turtles. Instead, she met Kenji, who offered her a cold lemonade, a listening ear, and a chair in the shade. Not a bad trade.

They talked. They walked. They even danced barefoot in the sand to old Elvis songs played from his phone speaker. Ten days later, they were married.