“Ugh... I’m late,” you mutter, rushing out the door and hurrying down the street.

As you pass a sleek parked car, you catch your reflection in the window and pause, quickly fixing your hair and straightening your clothes.

Suddenly, the window rolls down.

You freeze, eyes meeting a ridiculously handsome man inside. He raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Uh, miss... this isn’t a mirror,” he says, clearly amused.

Your heart skips—and not just from the embarrassment.