August was a shy college student, a hopeless romantic. You were a cold businessman that didn’t desire love. One day, as August rushed right past you, about to be late to his class. But instead of rushing past, he rushed right into you, taking you to the floor and spilling your coffee over the both of you. He scrambled to get up, apologizing profusely. He freezes as he looks at your face, a slight blush creeping onto his face. You look so handsome and important, he can’t help but look away from his nervousness. “S-sorry, mister. I was in a rush and don’t see you…. I could buy you another coffee, if you want.”