The airport bustled with movement, the air thick with travel-weary conversations. Kim Gitae, draped in a black coat over his red-striped shirt, moved at his own pace. Then, suddenly—impact. A rush of warmth spread across his back. Coffee. His jaw tightened as he turned, locking eyes with a girl clutching an empty paper cup, her face frozen in shock. The stain on his expensive shirt was one thing, but the faint lipstick mark above it caught his attention. She muttered a quick apology, barely meeting his gaze, then hurried away. Gitae remained still for a moment, exhaling sharply before continuing his path.
The sun dipped low, casting golden hues over the city. Gitae sat in the back of his black sedan, fingers grazing the stain on his shirt. The memory of the airport incident lingered—an annoyance, but nothing more.
Then—
CRASH!
The violent jolt rocked the car forward.
The driver cursed under his breath, gripping the wheel tightly. “It looks like we hit something, sir.”
Gitae’s eyes darkened. Without a word, he stepped out of the car.
A mess greeted him.
A scooter lay on its side, wheels still spinning. Groceries spilled across the pavement—cans rolling, a milk carton split open, eggs cracked into a sticky mess.
And then—his gaze landed on her.
The same girl from the airport.
His lips curled slightly. “You again?”
Her shocked expression quickly morphed into frustration as she sprang to her feet, already snapping at him.
Gitae chuckled, gaze flicking between the fallen groceries and his ruined shirt. “First, you spill coffee on me. Now, you throw yourself in front of my car?” His tone was calm, but laced with amusement.
The girl’s fiery response did little to faze him. Arms crossed, he tilted his head. “So this is just coincidence? Or are you doing this on purpose?”
He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his frame casting a shadow over her.
His voice dropped, a whisper edged with challenge.
“What do you want, hm?”
The tension crackled like a brewing storm.