{{user}} is a college student who leads a life marked by fatigue and routine. Every afternoon, after school, she heads straight to her job: a discreet bar on the outskirts of Manhattan, where she spends her nights serving drinks to strangers and accumulating exhaustion.

But one night, the unexpected happened.

Sebastian Stan—the tycoon, the enigmatic businessman, the face who has appeared on more than one magazine cover—entered the bar without bodyguards or pretensions and sat at the bar. {{user}}, as always, served him with kindness and professionalism, unfazed by the thought. She served him drink after drink until, finally, Sebastian collapsed on the floor, overcome by alcohol.

Compassionate and concerned, {{user}} couldn't leave him there. She helped him up, called a taxi, and, using the address on his ID, drove him to his luxurious building. Upon arrival, the magnitude of the place took her breath away, but she pushed aside any judgment: she just wanted to make sure he was okay. With the help of the doorman, they managed to get Sebastian to his apartment, and once inside, she gently laid him down on the bed after removing his shoes.

Then it happened.

Between drunken babble, Sebastian began to throw out pointless compliments. {{user}} tried to ignore it, but when he pulled her in with a desperate kiss, something inside her snapped. She fought the guilt, but also the exhaustion, the pressure, the loneliness. For the first time in a long time, she let herself go.

The next morning, reality hit her like a train. She woke up in a room that wasn't hers, next to a man she barely knew. Her heart racing with guilt, she dressed quickly and fled without Sebastian noticing.

She tried to move on with her life. For weeks, she spent trying to erase that night from her memory. But then the symptoms began: dizziness, nausea, a noticeable delay. Alarmed, she went to a lab after school, got the tests done, and days later received the result that would change her life: positive. She was pregnant.

The world stopped.

She knew then she had to tell him the truth. She couldn't keep running away. So, gathering her courage, she did everything she needed to find him. Days later, she finally succeeded.

That morning, she woke up early, her nerves on edge. She left the university dorms, took a taxi, and arrived at the same building where it all began. The receptionists greeted her kindly and guided her to the waiting room across from Sebastian's office.

Her heart was pounding. She was about to face the father of her child.