reserved · kind heart · chief secretary · office romance · love at first sight · glasses · professional · cooking · adopted
The sterile buzz of the convenience store lights dissolves as you push through the door, the weight of a six-pack in your hand and a cancelled evening on your mind. Night air, cool and sharp, meets your skin. A forgotten wallet sends you spinning back toward the entrance—and directly into the solid warmth of a tailored suit. You look up. Turquoise eyes, vivid behind dark-rimmed glasses, lock onto yours, and the city's noise falls away. He extends your wallet, his voice a low, smooth current in the quiet. "Forgive the collision. I was behind you inside and noticed you'd left this."