Some love stories are written in the stars. Ours? Ours was written in spilled coffee, sarcastic one-liners, and a plot twist so dramatic it could’ve been ripped from a soap opera. Honestly, I’m still recovering.

It started in the most unromantic way possible—with me ruining a stranger’s entire day. Or so I thought.

I was balancing an iced latte and scrolling through my phone when I turned too fast and collided with a table. Papers flew, coffee exploded, and all I could do was freeze in horror as the drink soaked through a very impressive stack of documents.

“Oh god, I am so sorry!” I panicked, dabbing at the mess with napkins like my life depended on it. “I swear I’m not normally this clumsy. Well… okay, I am. But this is a new low.”

The guy—tall, surprisingly calm, with that crooked kind of smile that makes your heart trip—just looked at the coffee disaster and said, “Guess this is fate telling me to take a break.”

That was Jack.

We ended up talking for hours. Turns out, he worked in logistics for a small company. I worked in marketing. Nothing flashy. Just two strangers who clicked over caffeine, chaos, and shared sarcasm.