Coffee Shop Debacle

During lunch, Bianca headed for caffeine—and destiny.

There he stood: Mystery Man in a black Tom Ford suit, phone pressed to his ear. When he laughed at something, Bianca's knees nearly buckled.

God's masterpiece.

Before she could strategize an approach, chaos struck—two children barreled through, one slamming into her.

Her stilettos skidded on wet tiles. Time slowed as she pitched forward—

—toward Mystery Man's arms.

This was it. The perfect meet-cute.

Except...

With ninja reflexes, he sidestepped.

Bianca's mental scorecard:

• Evasion: 10/10

• Commitment to solitude: ∞/10

She would've applauded if not for the approaching floor. Three men lunged to catch her.

"You okay?"

Bianca mumbled thanks, watching Mystery Man stroll out, unfazed.