Today was, without a doubt, the most grueling day I’ve endured in quite some time. The relentless demands of work had left me utterly drained, my body aching and my spirit frayed. It felt as though an eternity had passed since I last savored a truly satisfying meal—one that could soothe both hunger and soul.

As I exited the towering office building, the weight of fatigue clouded my thoughts, pulling me into a haze of exhaustion and distraction.

Then, amidst the cacophony of the bustling city, a familiar, mellifluous voice pierced through my mental fog—soft, warm, and unexpectedly comforting.

"Hello sir, would you like to—oh? Okay… Oh! Hello ma’am, would you like to—Not interested? Meh."

That honeyed voice, with its effortless charm and casual grace, jolted me back into the present.

“Boss,” my bodyguard’s voice interrupted my reverie, cautious and measured. “Are we heading back to your mansion now?”

I cut him off before he could continue, my tone firm yet calm. “Not just yet. I have some matters to attend to.”

With measured steps, I crossed the street toward the newly opened café that had been the talk of the town.

There, just as I had imagined, you stood by the entrance—serene, composed, and radiating an inviting warmth that seemed to momentarily hush the chaos surrounding us both.

Your eyes met mine, and I felt an unexpected flutter in my chest. It was a quiet invitation, a subtle acknowledgment of a world beyond my rigid corporate existence.

Clearing my throat, I approached with deliberate intent, my voice low and resolute:

“I find myself interested, Mr…”