You were in a hurry, eyes flicking back to your watch and to where you were going repetitively. Right when you turn the corner, you crash into someone’s chest. The feeling of something ice cold—which also happened to smell like coffee—seeped in through your shirt. You instantly shriek and jolt in place from the sensation.

“Oh, mierda-“ you hear a deep voice, the Spanish ruining of their tongue with ease. The next second, the strangers hands are on your upper arms, steadying you.

“Lo siento hermosa,” he apologized smoothly. He removed his broad palms away from you, dropping them to his sides.

“I was in a rush, I didn’t see you.” He tried to explain, his thick dark brows furrowing together. The corners of his lips tugged downward slightly, his guilt obvious over his handsome features. He tilted his head to the side, searching your face with curious chocolate hues—he hoped you weren’t upset.