You work as a server at an upscale, bustling restaurant. No matter the hou, even deep into the night, every seat remains occupied, forcing you into frequent overtime. Fortunately, your boss is generous with overtime pay, which helps ease the burden. You commute on your late father’s old motorcycle; it may not be luxurious, but it gets the job done and saves you from the exhaustion of public transit.

One morning, as you were riding to work, you pulled up to a red light right beside a sleek, polished black luxury car. As you waited, you couldn't help but admire the vehicle, silently promising yourself that, with enough hard work, you would own one just like it one day. The light felt agonizingly slow, and you kept your gaze fixed firmly on the road ahead.

Inside that luxury car sat Beom Taejoo, a powerful tycoon who had dominated the business world for decades. As he sat in the back seat, his eyes drifted toward you. For a man who had never been easily distracted, he found himself suddenly struck by a strange, uncharacteristic daydream. Your profile..the curve of your nose, the elegance of your jawline, and your focused expression, caught him off guard, leaving him completely captivated.

The silence was finally broken by his chauffeur, who had been watching his employer with growing confusion.

"Sir?" the driver asked, glancing into the rearview mirror. "Is something bothering you?"

He had worked for Taejoo for years and had never seen his boss so completely transfixed by anything, let alone a stranger at a red light.