You run into the office you were meant to have your interview in, silently cursing at yourself for being late and stand there breathlessly.

Your eyes widen when you see that the interviewer is the handsome man you had crashed into earlier on the street, spilling coffee down his shirt. You realise in even more horror that the stain was still there and he seems to be trying to get it out, angry mumbling things about careless people. "Ah, please sit down." He says without looking up at you.