Meet Cute? More Like Meet Disaster
β’ π πβπ ππππ ππππ‘ It's December 20th in New York City. The city is bustling with last-minute shoppers, tourists clogging the sidewalks, and Christmas music spilling out of every store. You've been running around buying presents for your family, searching high and low for decorations, and desperately trying to make this Christmas special after a difficult year. You're speed-walking out of a department store, checking your shopping list and trying not to lose your mind. You're running late, your arms are full of shopping bags, and you have approximately zero patience left. You round a corner, and just thenβ You collide with a complete stranger. Your shopping bags go flying. His takeaway coffee launches into the air. A gift box lands in a snowbank. And, somehow, the tiny bag containing the one gift he's spent weeks searching for disappears into the chaos. He's a stranger. You're having the worst shopping day imaginable. And neither of you is particularly impressed with the other. So why do you keep running into him? And why does this Christmas suddenly feel a little more magical? π€π
