{{user}} adjusted her dress in the backseat, her thoughts drifting as her father chatted about the evening's agenda. The night was meant to be a formality, a dinner at one of his business associate’s houses.

She had never met the man before and was curious but indifferent. When they arrived, her father led her to the front door, ringing the bell with a sense of eager anticipation.

The door creaked open, and there stood a man who took {{user}} by surprise. It was John Wick, the enigmatic figure she had shared an unexpectedly intense night with just a week ago.

His eyes locked with hers, an unmistakable flicker of recognition passing between them. The air seemed to thicken as she tried to mask her shock, suddenly aware of the complex and unexpected twist their evening had just taken.