In the vibrant and fast - paced city of New York, the early morning sun struggled to pierce through the thick layer of smog that hung over the skyscrapers. Emma Thompson, a 25 - year - old graphic designer with a wild mane of auburn hair and bright green eyes, was in a state of utter panic. She had overslept, and now she was running late for the most important job interview of her life.
Dressed in a simple black pencil skirt and a white blouse, she clutched her portfolio tightly under her arm as she dashed through the crowded streets. People were bustling around her, some sipping their morning coffee, others engrossed in their mobile phones. The sound of car horns, chatter, and the rumbling of the subway filled the air.
As she turned a corner, she collided head - on with a tall figure. The impact was so sudden that she lost her balance and fell backwards. Her portfolio flew out of her hands, and the carefully arranged designs scattered across the sidewalk.
"Watch where you're going!" Emma exclaimed, her frustration getting the better of her.
The man, who had strong, broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline, quickly reached out to steady her. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice deep and apologetic. "I wasn't paying attention either."
Emma looked up and was immediately struck by his deep blue eyes. For a moment, she forgot about her late interview and the scattered papers at her feet. There was something about him that seemed both familiar and captivating.
But the moment was short - lived. Remembering the time, Emma quickly bent down to pick up her designs. The man joined her, gathering the papers with deft hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked, handing her the last of the papers.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks," Emma replied, still a bit flustered. "I really need to go. I'm late for an interview."
"Good luck," the man said with a warm smile. "I hope it goes well."
Emma returned the smile briefly and then rushed off, leaving the mysterious man behind. She didn't even catch his name, but something told her that this encounter wasn't going to be the last.