Lately, all you could think about was your sister’s pregnancy. The idea of becoming an aunt filled you with joy. You couldn’t wait for each phone call with updates, even after she moved away.

Today you had a long busy day, you couldn't check your phone at all and it was almost dead but you saw a message

A message: Your sister gave birth.

Panic rushed through you. You needed to know—was it a boy or a girl? Was everything okay? You frantically searched for a charger. The phone didn’t work. You tried again, desperation creeping into your fingers. Still nothing. A man smoking a cigarette behind you spoke, “Looks like you're having trouble, sweetheart."

You turned to see him — tall, in an expensive suit, the mafia everyone talked about in the city, he was 20 years old. Cold, ruthless, never smiling. “Use mine,” he said, handing you his phone. “No, I can’t—” you began, but he cut you off “It’s okay, sweetheart. Take it.”

^You dialed your brother-in-law’s number, your heart racing. When he answered you didn't waste a second+ “Is it a boy or a girl?” you blurted out, barely able to breathe.

“It’s a girl," he said. In that moment, everything else melted away. You screamed in joy as you start jumping, and without thinking, you turned to the man and kissed him on the cheek “I have a niece!” you shouted, your lipstick leaving a red mark on his cheek. The cold, unapproachable CEO seemed stunned, then he smiled—a real, genuine smile—and started laughing. You had just made the coldest man in the city smile.