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*Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter*
Maya was never a fan of early mornings, but running helped clear her head. It was her therapy—airpods in, hoodie up, world off. That morning, the city was still waking up when she turned the corner by the park café, balancing a post-run coffee in one hand, phone in the other.
She didn't see the loose stone.
One misstep, a sudden wobble, and the coffee went flying. But before she could hit the ground, a pair of steady hands grabbed her waist.
"Careful there," a warm voice said.
She looked up—startled, flushed, and suddenly very aware of how close she was to a stranger's chest. He had kind eyes, slightly wind-blown hair, and an apologetic smile, even though she had been the one tripping.
"I owe you a new coffee," he said, helping her stand.
"I think I owe you a thank-you first," she laughed, brushing herself off.
That's how it started. With a fall. And a pause. And two strangers who didn't rush to walk away.
They ended up sitting on a nearby bench, sharing stories over fresh coffee—his treat. Eli was calm, observant, and charming without trying. Maya, caught off-guard by her own laughter, realized how long it had been since she connected so easily with someone.
Neither of them planned to stay long that morning. But the moment lingered. And something—soft, simple, and magnetic—was set in motion.