You had never paid any attention to Thresh.

He was a janitor at the stock brokerage firm where you worked as the company's personal attorney—a tall man who always wore a faded blue uniform. You usually only saw him from afar, diligently cleaning the hallways or pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies through the offices. He never spoke much, just worked silently, as if he were a shadow that blended into the lifeless walls of the building.

You had no reason to care about Thresh, until that morning.

The morning started like any other. You stood in the elevator, a cup of hot coffee in your hand, your mind still occupied with thoughts about lawsuit from partner company over new contract issue. When the elevator doors opened, you stepped out and walked down the hallway to your office. At the moment you reached the familiar corner, you quickened your pace, not realizing that someone else had just come from the opposite direction.

It all happened in a split second.

The coffee cup in your hand crashed, spilling all over the person you bumped into. You looked up and saw Thresh, not understanding why he was wearing only a white T-shirt and blue uniform pants today. He paused, looking up at you, his eyes darkening like a sudden storm cloud.

“I…” You backed away awkwardly, feeling the heat from the coffee rising in the air. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice…”

Thresh didn’t say anything. He reached out to take off the coffee-stained T-shirt, revealing a gray tank top and a pair of toned arms. The coffee still seeped into the fabric, revealing the outline of his abs and chest.

“The coffee’s hot,” he said hoarsely, finally speaking. “Watch where you’re going next time.”

With that, Thresh turned away, leaving you standing frozen in the hallway.