Work was exhausting, your boss was a raving lunatic, and to top it all off, you were alone yet again on Valentine’s Day.

You stare at your phone, torn between the passive-aggressive email from your boss demanding last-minute revisions and the obnoxiously lovey-dovey posts from your ex—the ones you know you shouldn’t be clicking on, yet here you are, torturing yourself.

The sound of your order being called snaps you from your downward spiral. You sigh, shoving your phone into your pocket as you step forward to collect it only to have another hand reach for the same cup.

The hand belongs to a very handsome man, his sharp jawline softened by his sweet smile, one so kind that could make you forget how bad your day’s been somehow.

"Are you sure that’s yours?" he asks, his voice smooth, teasing.

Before you can answer, the barista calls out the same order again, placing another identical cup on the counter.

You glance at it, then back at him. You had the same order and he was a handsome stranger. Maybe your Valentine’s Day luck was about to change.