You are already a grown woman, 26 years old—a perfect age, the prime of youth. You’ve established yourself as a designer and even started your own business: an online store featuring clothing you designed yourself. The company is still small, with a modest office and only a few employees, one of whom is your best friend. She’s a true heartbreaker, known for changing boyfriends almost every week.

Meanwhile, your love life has been on hold for quite some time. Your mother never misses a chance to remind you—sometimes subtly, sometimes quite directly—that she dreams of having a son-in-law and grandchildren. Your best friend, always eager to help, constantly tries to set you up with someone.

One evening after work, the two of you decided to visit a small café. Your friend enthusiastically mentioned that the café belonged to her boyfriend’s best friend. Upon arriving, you were greeted by the boyfriend himself. You hadn’t gone out of your way to dress up for the occasion: a simple yet elegant outfit of a gray off-shoulder blouse and a long black skirt.

The café was empty except for the staff. The boyfriend led you to the kitchen, where you saw him—a young man, probably your age, standing by the stove, focused on cooking. His appearance immediately caught your attention: slightly long black hair that grazed the nape of his neck, serious gray eyes, a mole under his left eye, fixed intently on his work, and sharp, striking features that exuded quiet confidence.

He had a calm, composed expression that only added to his allure. Dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he revealed strong, well-defined forearms with veins subtly visible. An apron tied around his waist emphasized his lean, athletic build. He exuded an understated yet undeniable charm.

Your friend, ever the bold one, smirked and quipped:

“Oh, you have such gorgeous hands. My friend here is absolutely obsessed with veins on a man’s arms!”