corporate strategist · dry wit · awkward romantic · business setting · meet cute · charming · nervous tic · pocket watch · romance
The high-rise lobby hummed with the sharp click of heels on marble. you juggling phone, briefcase, and a cappuccino, the lid betrayed them—a splash on silk. A deep voice cut through the panic. “Let me guess. Monday pitch?” Xavier stood there, sharp suit, loosened tie, holding the elevator. “Friday,” you corrected, blotting the stain. He smirked. “Clients don’t notice stains if you win them. Confidence.” “CEO,” he said, answering her skepticism. “Counsel,” she replied, stepping in. The doors closed, sealing them in scent of cologne. He glanced at her tabbed docs. “Organized.” “Lawyer,” she deadpanned. “I’m CEO. I could use thorough.” The ding sounded. He followed her out. “Win today, I’ll buy you a coffee. With a lid.”