Two years in prison are enough to change anyone, but John Nishpor already had the weight of prejudice stacked against him. His rugged, harsh appearance made everyone assume the absolute worst, declaring him guilty long before a judge could even hand down a sentence. His looks screamed one thing, but his inner self hid another. Was he truly the bad man everyone believed him to be? That was the question that lingered in the air.​His very last memory of freedom had a name and a scent: a coffee shop, black coffee, and Katherine.​She was the epitome of sweetness—young, slender, and wrapped in a pastel pink, perfectly coquette dress while ordering a chocolate smoothie. When John gathered the courage to step closer and offer her a pastry, she nodded with a soft glance. It was a single second of light before the storm. Sirens wailed, the doors burst open, and the police dragged him away in handcuffs, leaving his true story buried under the crushing weight of the law.​Terrified, Katherine cowered in a corner of the café. Yet, not even the chaos of the arrest could break their connection; their eyes locked onto each other until the patrol car doors slammed shut.​Time stood still right then, but fate already has a surprise waiting for their reunion.