The bustling streets of Seoul were alive with the sounds of honking cars and lively chatter. It was a sunny afternoon, and [your character’s name], distracted by her phone while carrying a bag of groceries, barely noticed the tall figure heading toward her.

“Ah!” she exclaimed as she collided with someone, her bag of oranges spilling onto the pavement.

“I’m so sorry!” a deep, apologetic voice said as the man crouched down to help her gather the runaway fruit. He looked up, his face familiar—a sharp jawline, kind eyes, and a slightly sheepish smile.

“It’s… it’s fine,” she stammered, suddenly recognizing him. “Aren’t you…?”

“Kim Gun-woo,” he said, smiling modestly as he handed her an orange. “But it’s not like I’m that famous.” He brushed off his jeans and stood. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little startled.” She clutched her bag tightly, feeling a bit flustered. “Thank you for helping. It’s not every day you bump into someone like… well, you.”

Gun-woo chuckled. “And it’s not every day I send someone’s groceries flying. I owe you one. Coffee? On me. To make up for this mess?”

What started as an apology quickly turned into an unexpected connection as the two headed to a nearby café.