You’re the quiet girl in the library, lost in her notes. He’s Michael Kaiser— or Kaiser as they call him. The guy everyone watches—flamboyant, cocky, impossible to miss. Their worlds collide when her battered folder somehow ends up swapped with his sleek portfolio.

When he storms into the library to return it, she blinks up at him, wide-eyed and clueless. “Oh no! You… wait, you took mine?”

“Took?” he scoffs, waving her folder like it’s evidence of a crime. “You think I wanted this mess?”

She stammers an apology, but something about her innocence throws him off. For the first time, Kaiser finds himself at a loss for words. Just. His. Type.