In a quiet corner of the mall, a girl sat slowly sipping her coffee, staring into the distance with eyes the color of sunset. Her hair flowed gently over her shoulders, and her light white dress danced with the breeze from the air conditioning. Her solitude was clear, yet she wasn’t sad… more like a painting waiting for a detail to be added that would change everything.

Suddenly, as if something inside her urged her to stand, she rose quickly, bumping into the edge of the table, and her leather bag fell to the ground, scattering a few of her belongings.

Before she could bend down to pick them up, a young man appeared—as if he had stepped out of a movie scene. He quickly knelt down and began gathering the items.

— “I believe this is yours…” he said with a gentle smile, holding up a small box that had slid away. She looked at him, surprised, then smiled shyly. — “Thank you… I wasn’t paying attention.” He replied as he handed her the bag: — “Well, it seems fate was paying attention for you.”