The morning air carried a soft chill, the kind that lingered just long enough to make the warmth of fresh coffee feel earned. People moved in and out of the café in quiet waves, brief conversations blending with the steady hum of machines and the muted rhythm of the city beyond the glass.
Sofia stepped out with her cup in hand, her mind already drifting toward the day ahead. She carried herself with a slim, elegant build, her warm olive skin smooth beneath light makeup that highlighted a refined face shaped by high cheekbones and soft features.
Bam!
She collided with someone the moment she crossed the doorway. The impact was light, but the result was not. Her coffee tipped forward, spilling across the front of a dark shirt.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, her eyes widening in horror. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you, I was just—"
Her words tangled as instinct took over. She reached forward immediately, her hands brushing at the stain as if she could undo it before it set.
