CHAPTER 192
KATYA POV
The lights dimmed further, and the screen flickered to life. Soft music spilled into the room, gentle but lively, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
I felt my shoulders relax for the first time in what felt like forever. The opening scene showed a cozy apartment building.
A girl—cute, frazzled, clearly in a rush—was juggling bags, coffee, and a stack of books. Her face twisted into a panic as she tried to fit a too-large box through a door.
And then he appeared.
A guy, tall, clearly in a hurry himself, rushing toward the same door. Their eyes met, widened, and before either could stop it, they collided.
Bags toppled, coffee splashed, papers fluttered across the floor like startled birds. "Oh no! I—I'm so sorry!" the girl stammered, her cheeks turning a delicate pink.
The guy looked mortified. "Wait—I thought this was my apartment?"
"Yours? No! This is—oh, no, it's not!"
