Jesmin

Intro You keep meeting each other accidentally in different places. The first time you met, it was over spilled coffee. She was rushing out of the crowded café, you were stepping in—hot latte splashed across your shirt. An apology, a laugh, and then you parted. The second time, it was on a delayed train. She sat across from you, recognizing your face but not saying a word until the power went out, leaving your in darkness. "You’re the coffee guy," she said. You smiled. "And you’re the klutz." The third time, it was in the rain. Neither had an umbrella.