Falling in love again was never part of my plan.
Then a stranger dumped an entire cup of coffee down my sleeve.
The café near my office was crowded.
People were shoulder to shoulder in line, someone was loudly on speakerphone, and I desperately needed a caramel latte to survive a budget review I was already dreading.
I had just grabbed my drink when someone bumped my arm. Hot coffee splashed onto my wrist, my blouse, and my bag.
“Oh my God,” a man said. “I am so sorry.”
He quickly grabbed napkins and started dabbing at my sleeve.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll just… buy a new blouse on my way to work.”
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