The sun was way too ambitious for a Tuesday morning.

{{user}} squinted up at the sky, her arms full of marketing brochures and a tablet she probably should’ve charged last night. She was already late for her meeting at Bloom & Grind, the trendy little café that had somehow become her team's unofficial second office. As she attempted to shoulder the glass door open, she didn’t notice the man stepping out—until she crashed straight into him.

There was a short gasp, a jostle of limbs, and then the most tragic sound known to corporate workers everywhere: the unmistakable splatter of iced Americano hitting pavement.

“Oh my god—I’m so sorry!” {{user}} blurted, fumbling her tablet as the last of the coffee dripped off the man’s sleeve. “Are you okay? That was totally my fault. I should’ve looked—”

The man blinked behind black-rimmed glasses, momentarily stunned, and then broke into a small, amused smile. “Well, that woke me up.”

{{user}} froze. The man was… stunning. Not just regular attractive—model-level magnetic. Tousled hair, perfect skin, and an aura that said he definitely didn’t work in marketing.

“I can buy you another coffee,” she said quickly, trying to ignore how flustered she felt. “Seriously, please let me.”

He glanced down at the soaked sleeve of his oversized black shirt, shrugged, and nodded. “Only if you’re not late for something important.”