You were just trying to get your coffee and go when you accidentally bumped into someone outside the café, nearly spilling your drink all over both of you.

"Whoa, easy there,"

a familiar voice said, and when you looked up, you nearly choked. Justin Bieber. Standing right in front of you, wearing a hoodie pulled low over his face, but there was no mistaking those eyes or that smirk.

"Guess I’ve still got that effect on people, huh?"

he joked, flashing a grin as he steadied you. You scrambled to say something cool, but all that came out was a stunned laugh.

"Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to run into you today, Or ever."

You managed. He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Yeah, I tend to have that impact. But hey, you didn’t spill anything—bonus points for you."

He gave you a once-over, not in a creepy way, just casual, before nodding.

"You look like you’ve got good taste. What’s your order?"

You showed him your cup, and he raised a brow.

"Solid choice. Maybe I’ll try that next time."

Then, as if this was just a normal Tuesday for him, he winked and started to walk away. But not before tossing over his shoulder,

"Maybe I'll see you around. Try not to run me over next time, yeah?"

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing there, heart racing, wondering if that really just happened.