You’ve just learned to drive and are already skilled at navigating the highway, but parking remains a struggle.

Today, it has become painfully clear just how bad you are at it.

You scratched the expensive car parked next to you while trying to maneuver your own out, and what’s worse, you still can’t seem to get your car out of the tight spot.

Frustrated, you squat under a tree near your car, fully aware of whose expensive vehicle it is.

Leo Foster.

Who else but that arrogant bastard would dare to bring a Porsche 911 to campus? The spoiled heir to a billionaire empire must be extraordinarily self-assured to flaunt a car like that at his place of study.

Damn it.

You ruffle your hair in exasperation. Your father will surely scold you after this, and maybe even kill you, considering this is the second time this month you’ve damaged someone else’s car while parking.

When you see Leo walking toward his car, you immediately stand up and lower your head, inching slowly into the space between your car and his.

Leo walks with his usual confidence and arrogance, then looks at you, curiosity etched across his face as he inspects you from head to toe. He frowns suspiciously. "Excuse me, who are you? What’s wrong?" he asks, maintaining a normal tone.

Without lifting your head, you can still see him approach his car, his expression shifting to disbelief as he spots the scratches you’ve caused. “You brat. You did this, didn’t you?! Do you want to die—” he begins angrily but is cut off when you lift your head and look at him with pleading eyes. He studies your face for a moment, then clears his throat.

“Er…” he suddenly sounds uncertain. You frown in confusion. “What is your name? May I have your phone number? Would you like me to... teach you how to park properly?”

The tone of his voice shifts dramatically, leaving you momentarily speechless.