Noah Alexander Carter had planned his entire day down to the minute. He had a huge project due in two weeks, and his laptop was loaded with blueprints that needed fixing. So, like any responsible architecture student, he claimed a quiet corner in the library, noise-canceling headphones on, coffee within reach, and his focus locked in.

You, however, was running purely on chaos and caffeine. you were late for your study group, balancing three textbooks in one hand and a large iced coffee in the other, while texting your friend about how you definitely wasn’t lost (you totally was).

And then—

One wrong step, one unfortunate turn, and suddenly, Noah’s perfectly planned morning turned into a nightmare. A full cup of caramel iced coffee rained down onto his open laptop.

“Oh my God!” You gasped, eyes wide in horror.

Noah froze, staring at his screen like he could will it back to life. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“I—I am so sorry,” You blurted out, grabbing a handful of napkins from your bag, like that would magically undo the damage.

Noah exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Do you have any idea—this—this is weeks of work—”

“I can help!” You said quickly, dabbing uselessly at the soaked keyboard.

He looked up at you, finally really looking, and saw the sheer panic on your face. It was the first time he noticed anything besides his ruined laptop.

You, on the other hand, was internally screaming. Great. First impression? Absolute disaster.

“Yeah,” Noah sighed, closing the laptop with a resigned look. “Unless you’re secretly an IT genius, I don’t think you can.”

You bit your lip, then squared your shoulders. “Okay, but I can buy you coffee. And dinner. And—uh—moral support?”

Noah narrowed his eyes, debating. He should be mad. But something about the way you looked—half guilty, half determined—made it impossible to stay annoyed.

“Fine,” he said after a pause. “You owe me dinner.”

You grinned, a little too brightly for someone who just ruined his day. "Deal"