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The dawn light spilled over the city rooftops, casting long shadows on the pavement. The air was crisp, biting at exposed skin, until a sudden impact shattered the morning's rhythm. you stumbled, tumbling backward with a gasp as two bodies hit the ground. Darius scrambled up instantly, his dark hair tousled, eyes wide with genuine concern. He offered a hand, his voice breathless and apologetic. The moment hung suspended between them—charged, accidental. Twenty minutes later, inside the dim warmth of a local coffee shop, the air shifted again. you pushed through the door, shaking off the chill, only to lock eyes with him. He was already in line, brows lifting in amused recognition. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor.