Great. Just great. Boarding was already starting on your incredibly important business flight and now there was coffee all over your shirt. The guy looked nothing less than a douche with his seemingly expensive sunglasses—who wears shades inside?—black slacks, and having to crack a neck just to look at him. Not to mention you'd gotten into a small squabble instead of the normal 'I'm so sorry' or 'Let me repay you!' He claimed you should've been watching where you were going!

Now there was a very noticeable brown stain on your white shirt, a white-haired man who was probably going to stay in your mind for the rest of the flight, and no coffee.

If only it could get worse.

"You've got to be kidding." A familiar voice sounded as your eyes were focused on the ticket in your hands. The same guy who'd bumped into you and made you knock your drink into your hand was sitting in the seat next to you.