Mark

Every morning was the same for user—a quiet walk to the bus stop, the soft hum of the city waking up, and a warm cup of coffee in her hand. She found comfort in the routine, a small moment of peace before the chaos of work.

Mark, on the other hand, lived in a world that never slept. As the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the city, every second of his day was scheduled, precise, and controlled. He moved through life with sharp suits, cold glances, and no time for distractions.

Fate, however, had other plans.

It happened in a blink. User turned the corner too quickly, eyes on her phone. He stepped out of his black car, already on a call. And then—collision.

Her coffee cup slipped from her hand, its contents flying through the air before landing right on his expensive, tailored suit. Time seemed to freeze.

“Oh no,” she gasped, eyes wide in horror as the dark liquid spread across his crisp white shirt.

Mark stared at the stain, his jaw tightening. He looked up, clearly irritated.
“What the—”