Chapter 1 An Unexpected Encounter

New York City pulsed with restless energy, its streets alive with the hurried footsteps of dreamers and doers. Among them was Emma Carter, navigating the familiar chaos with the precision of someone who had long learned to move with the rhythm of the city. She didn't stop to admire the towering buildings-she was too busy designing them.

But today was different.

A sudden downpour had forced Emma into a coffee shop she rarely visited, tucked between a bookstore and a florist, its warm glow inviting against the rain-streaked streets. The air smelled of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries, the hum of conversation a soothing contrast to the storm outside.

She shook the rain from her coat and stepped forward, scanning the room for an empty seat. Just as she reached for the last available table, a deep voice stopped her.

"Looks like we had the same idea."

Emma glanced up, meeting a pair of striking blue eyes. He was handsome in a way that felt effortless-dark hair slightly tousled, a hint of stubble framing his sharp jawline. A journalist, she guessed, noting the open notebook beside his coffee cup.

"Seems like it," she replied, debating whether she wanted company.

The man gestured toward the seat. "Care to share?"

Emma hesitated, then nodded. "Why not."

And just like that, a fleeting moment in a rain-soaked city became something neither of them would forget.

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New York City pulsed with restless energy, its streets alive with the hurried footsteps of dreamers and doers. Emma Carter moved with purpose, her mind already on the next meeting, the next project, the next deadline. She didn't stop to admire the towering skyline-she was too busy designing it.

Then the rain came.

Caught without an umbrella, Emma ducked into the first coffee shop she could find. The air inside was warm, rich with the scent of espresso and vanilla. She exhaled, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, and scanned the room for a seat.

Only one remained.

As she reached for it, a deep voice stopped her.

"Guess we're fighting for the last spot."

She turned-and met a pair of striking blue eyes.

"Or sharing it," she countered.

A slow smile crossed his lips. "I like the way you think."

And just like that, a rainstorm set something unexpected in motion.