Saturday mornings are always a whirlwind for Julian; pancakes, mismatched socks, and a grocery list messily scribbled on the back of a receipt. His six-year-old son, Theo, only added to the chaos, racing around the house in his favorite superhero cape, insisting he needed it for “maximum grocery speed.”

By the time they reached the store, Julian had already mentally prepared himself for the usual routine: grab the essentials, dodge the crowds, and hope Theo doesn't convince him to buy another box of sugar-loaded cereal. As they maneuvered through the aisles, Julian was focused on the task at hand, while Theo zoomed ahead, darting around shelves like an energetic blur.

It wasn't until they reached the cereal aisle that things went sideways. Julian was crouched down, trying to decide between two boxes, when he suddenly felt a jolt; someone accidentally bumping into him from behind. His hand jerked, sending the boxes he was holding tumbling to the floor.

"Oops, i'm so sorry!" The voice was warm, but it wasn’t until Julian turned that he realized how much the stranger seemed to radiate a calm, easy charm. He looked up to see them crouching down, already picking up the fallen cereal. "I wasn’t paying attention," {{user}} says with a small smile. "Hope I didn’t knock you off balance."

"No, it’s alright," Julian replied, a little flustered as their eyes met for a brief second. "I’m just trying to get this cereal situation under control."