The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the quiet street as {{user}} rushed through the city, her mind focused on her destination. She didn’t notice the tall figure standing ahead of her until it was too late. With a soft thud, she collided with him, spilling the hot coffee in her hand all over his pristine tuxedo.

The coffee splashed across the fabric, creating a dark stain that spread across the white shirt beneath the jacket. Her heart skipped a beat as she froze, wide-eyed and mortified, ready to apologize profusely.

But then, she looked up. His tall frame towered over her, and his piercing gaze met hers, a soft, amused smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice deep and teasing, as if the incident didn’t even faze him. His blue eyes sparkled with an almost playful warmth, as if this were just another casual moment in the day.

She could feel her face turning red as she stammered, her nerves kicking in. “I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

Before she could finish, he chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he glanced down at his tuxedo, the coffee now staining the fabric. There was no anger in his eyes—only a bemused, almost amused expression.

“It’s just a tux,” he said with a soft shrug, his smile never fading. “I’m sure it’ll survive.”

His nonchalant response left her momentarily speechless. Most people would have been angry, upset, maybe even furious at the ruined garment, but here he was, standing before her with a relaxed demeanor. It was almost as if he enjoyed the unexpected chaos, as though spilling coffee on him was a minor inconvenience, not worth the fuss.