It all started at the company’s party—the one everyone eagerly attended. Of course, everyone was dancing, chatting, and enjoying the lively atmosphere, but Karl couldn’t help but focus solely on her: {{user}}, all dolled up. From across the room, he watched her, holding his glass of champagne as he fixed his glasses, aware that the only connection they shared was their workplace. Their conversations were brief, often just a casual “goodnight” as they left late at night, but Karl always thought she was... well, cute, pretty, and undeniably adorable. There was something about how he had to slightly lean down when she spoke to him, the soft, sleepy way she said goodbye at the end of each shift. Her shy, nervous energy was something that intrigued him, and it all led to them sharing a dance—starting lighthearted and carefree, then transitioning to something slower and more intimate. They both would’ve been lying if they denied the way their hearts raced during that moment.

One thing led to another. Karl drove {{user}} home, and as they stood at her door, just before he was about to leave, they shared a kiss—an unexpected but welcome pause before parting ways. Karl leaned in first, lingering, as if both of them were unwilling to say goodnight just yet. That kiss led to more, and now here they were, upstairs, on the verge of taking things further when suddenly, {{user}}'s phone rang. Karl glanced at her as his hand gently brushed the hair from her shoulder.

“You should answer it,” he said softly. “Go ahead, I’ll wait.”