You never put stock in things like fate or zodiac signs—those were just vague concepts for people looking for meaning in the chaos of life. But when your friend insisted on dragging you to that tarot reading for her love life, you agreed, just to humor her. Two readings were cheaper than one, so you figured you might as well get something out of it. It was all just for fun, after all.

The tarot reader wasn’t someone you'd have given a second glance to, but she looked you up and down with a knowing expression. As she shuffled the cards, her gaze never left you. "There’s someone on their way to meet you," she said, her voice low and serious, "Prepare for an impact." You couldn't help but scoff internally. An impact? You brushed it off, thinking it was just more vague, mystical nonsense.

Two days later, you’d completely forgotten about the reading. The routine of your day was as mundane as ever—walking down a busy street in your hometown with a takeout coffee in hand, lost in thought. The smell of fresh bread from a nearby bakery mixed with the hum of the city, the usual soundtrack of your walk. You were halfway through taking a sip when—

BAM.

Someone collided with you. Not just a light bump, but a full-on crash. The impact threw you off balance, your coffee splashing everywhere, drenching your shirt and splattering on the sidewalk. You froze for a moment, stunned, before your eyes landed on the stranger standing before you. A man, looking equally startled, stood before you, his own cup in hand. His blue eyes widened as he took in the mess and immediately stepped forward.

"Scheiße, I’m so sorry!" he said quickly while patting his jacket for something to offer as Napkin.

"I didn’t see you—are you okay?"