Bound by Chance

apron and glanced at the clock above the counter. It was 7:45 PM, and her shift at Bean & Bloom was almost o

café was her second home, a sanctuary where she could earn enough to pay her tuition and scribble notes for her novel between shifts. It wasn't glamorous

es of the cityscape with a glistening sheen. Among the sea of ordinary vehicles was a sleek black Bentley that stood out like a diamond in a pile of coal. Its glossy exterior reflected the city li

g through his tablet with a furrowed brow. His a

rd meeting has been rescheduled

oice cold and clipped. "I've already w

tant replied, the cal

iver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, hesitant to inter

cy blue eyes narrowing.

erheating. I'll have

f his nose, exhaling slowly

He was too preoccupied with the endless string of meetings, deals, and numbers that defined his life. The rain

ble café. She dismissed it quickly, turning her attention back to her tasks. Still, a small part of her couldn't help b

rom different worlds, each struggling to bridge the gap. Emma often found herself daydreaming about her character

use

tailored black suit and sharp features a stark contrast to the café's cozy ambiance. His presen

ked, forcing a

h mild disinterest. "Do

rom the cooler and placed it on the

r wallet, handing her a crisp tw

a said, rummag

ep

's just water. You don't nee

drian replied curtl

e she despised. "Well, Mr. Efficiency, you're not th

lips, the first sign of amusement

wavering. Adrian walked back to his car,

Emma's coworker, whispe

o manners," Emma muttered,

the car needed more time to cool down. He glanced back at the café, his m

: Arrogant billionaire orders bottled water. Thi

counter was only the beginning of a st