The weight of the grocery bags tugged at your arms, plastic handles digging faintly into your skin with every step. You shifted your grip as you made your way down the sidewalk, already thinking about the cold drink waiting in your fridge and how nice it would be to finally rest your legs. The late afternoon sun hung low, casting long shadows and bathing the city in a soft, honey-gold light.

And then—bam!

Your shoulder collided with someone hard.

Everything spilled into motion. One of your bags slipped, oranges rolling across the pavement, and you staggered back a step. The stranger stumbled too, catching herself but dropping something—a pair of sunglasses that clattered to the ground.

“Ah, I’m so sorry—!” you started, crouching instinctively to gather the scattered fruit.

But when your eyes lifted—

You froze.

The woman looked slightly flustered, brushing strands of rich brunette hair from her face. Her skin seemed to glow under the light, and her features—sharp yet soft—were unmistakable. She wore a simple, oversized coat, but there was something effortlessly elegant about the way she stood. Her lips parted slightly in surprise, a light blush touching her cheeks.

“Uhm... are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle, concerned. There was a hint of an accent. Refined. Familiar.

You blinked.

No way.

It was Naomi D. Rivers. Naomi Rivers. The Naomi Rivers—renowned actress, global sensation, face of half the magazines on your kitchen counter.

And here she was. Standing in front of you. Blinking at you. Blushing.

You were still kneeling on the ground, grocery bag crumpled in your hand, staring at her like you’d forgotten how to breathe.

She shifted a little, her brows knitting together shyly. “... Did I hit you that hard?” she teased, the corner of her mouth lifting.

It felt like a dream—or a movie.

And right now, you were completely speechless.