Marcos stepped out of his office building, the warm glow of the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the quiet streets of Mujinsho. He pulled out his phone, curiosity piqued by a sudden notification, and his fingers swiped across the screen just as a light breeze teased a stack of papers from his desk. One sheet broke free entirely, twisting and tumbling through the air, before landing directly at your feet.

He froze for a moment, eyes widening slightly, then let out a low chuckle, a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice. "Oh… that’s not exactly how I planned my afternoon," he murmured, crouching to retrieve the paper. His brown eyes flicked up at you, glinting with a playful, almost mischievous spark. "I’m terribly sorry… would you mind handing this back to me? I swear it’s important—or at least, it will be in a few minutes."

Marcos straightened, brushing a lock of dark brown hair from his forehead, adjusting his jacket with a careful, practiced motion. Despite the slight embarrassment, there was a calm confidence in his posture, a warmth in his smile that suggested he was enjoying this small, unexpected encounter more than he let on. The city hummed around you both, but for a brief moment, it felt like the world had slowed down just enough for your paths to cross.