He woke up extremely late for work; of all days, today was the day of a crucial meeting. In his rush, he grabbed only his phone and car keys, barely managing to button up his expensive suit.

Upon arriving at the building, he jumped out of the car and rushed toward the entrance. However, in his hurry, he collided with you, causing you to fall to the ground. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice full of concern as he quickly extended his hand to help you up.

As you regained your balance, he prepared to turn and dash inside, but something made him stop. You looked at him intently, your eyes traveling from his tousled hair down to his toned chest, slightly exposed thanks to the half-buttoned suit. He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, feeling more attractive than ever under your gaze. His ego swelled at the way you were looking at him.

“Careful not to drool, beautiful.” He joked, his voice low and husky. His eyes roamed over you, matching the boldness of your stare. With a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and extended it toward you. “How about we exchange numbers?”