April hurried down the corridor, clutching her bag tightly. The office was bustling as usual, and she tried to navigate through the crowd. As she rounded a corner, she bumped into someone hard, nearly losing her balance.
“Ah! I’m so sorry!” she said quickly, looking up at the man she had run into.
He was tall, with neatly styled dark hair and sharp features. His suit was tailored to perfection, and his warm smile revealed perfectly white teeth.
“It’s okay! Totally my fault,” the man said, quickly kneeling to pick up her fallen bag.
April knelt, too, and their hands accidentally brushed as they both reached for her belongings.
“Here you go,” he said, handing her the bag. His voice was smooth, and his kind eyes held hers a moment longer than necessary.
“Thank you,” she said softly, sta
