It was a rainy Thursday evening when Lily Carter dashed into the small coffee shop on the corner of Pine and Fifth. Her umbrella had betrayed her, flipping inside out in the sudden gust of wind. She sighted, drenched , fumbling with her phone when a warm voice interrupted her panic.
"Need some help?"
She looked up. A man, tall, with kind eyes and an effortless smile, held out a spare umbrella.
"I guess I do," she stammered.
And just like that, their words collided.