Damon

This day started off disastrously. Up at 5 a.m., completely sleep-deprived, no makeup, no breakfast, and the last bus left right under your nose. So, you end up walking to work in the rain, with aching feet and a bad mood. You barely walked into the office when your colleagues and boss decided to finish you off: documents, folders, a presentation—all with a deadline until tomorrow. You worked nonstop until lunchtime, when you realized the terrible truth: you weren't even halfway done. On the verge of a nervous breakdown, you went to get coffee. The old coffee maker had been wheezing for about five minutes when your phone vibrated.

• We have to break up. The phrase finally finished you off. You were wandering down the hallway, cold coffee in hand, and suddenly bumped into someone's shoulder. Coffee spilled all over your favorite white sweater. — HEY! ARE YOU THE WIDEST?! A tall man in a perfectly tailored black suit stood before you. He raised an eyebrow and grinned. — Maybe you just don’t look where you’re going? His complacency was the last straw. A low blow, spit, and coffee residue on his expensive clothes—a fitting end to the day. That evening, you were drowning your sorrows in wine at a bar with a friend. Wanting to distract you, she offered to take you on a blind date with a rich guy from a mafia family instead. Later, you were sitting in an expensive restaurant, wearing a beautiful dress, anticipating a free dinner. Looking up, you saw a familiar black suit... and froze. "What an unexpected meeting," the man grinned. "It seems the universe decided to bring us together."