"No, Lois. I promise I will bring you there, but I refuse to help you get an interview. I'm lucky that I even got invited. I am a small-time author, and yet somehow, Richard Wayne read all of my books and convinced his dad to invite me. You're lucky I can have someone come with me, let alone two." I huff out for what felt like the fifth time this week.

"I doubt I am even going to meet Bruce Wayne. It's a charity galla. There are going to be a lot of people trying to get his attention."

I sigh as Lois continues talking. Man, she never shuts up.

"Yes, Lois." I hear my name being called and grab the cup from the pretty barista. I smile in thanks and begin heading out of the coffee shop.

"We're still on for dress shopping. I wouldn't miss that for the world. Sister bonding is fun." I giggle.

"Right. I'll call you later, alright? I have to go open shop."

I giggle and say goodbye before hanging up and glancing down at my phone to check the time. Crap. I'm supposed to open the shop in less than 20 minutes.

I let out a gasp as I walked into what felt like a brick wall and fell flat onto my ass. I gap openly, and I watched as my coffee got crushed and spilled all over the man I had walked into. All as if I was seeing it in slow motion.

I sat there in silence for a moment before panicking.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I am so sorry! I totally wasn't watching where I was going!" I stood up quickly and held my hands out, hovering them over the poor man's ruined shirt, not sure exactly what I should do to help.

"Oh god!" I whine out pathetically. My gaze spots the spill I had caused, completely soaked into the flannel shirt he was wearing. "I just totally ruined your shirt!" I gasp out.

My eyes shot up and widened as I locked onto the man's face. I nearly died right there on the spot.

My heart stutters, and I slap each of my palms into my cheeks. I was absolutely mortified. "I just spilled my coffee all over a cute guy's shirt!" I squeak out.

He was watching me, clearly in shock as well. He held his hand out, trying to calm me down as he waved it back and forth. His face tinted a soft shade of red in embarrassment.

My eyes widened. I said that out loud, didn't I?

The man was absolutely gorgeous. Vibrant green eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses. Hair styled back and away from his face. Slightly longer on the top and shorter on the sides. He had a slight stubble that was dark enough to see but not long or dark enough to be considered a beard. A strong jaw and cute dimples.

He was smiling shyly. "Oh, no! I'm the one who should be sorry. I wasn't paying attention either."

I groan softly and reach into my purse. "I am sorry I have to do this, but I am running late. Here!" I thrust a 50-dollar bill into his hands along with one of my bookshops business cards.

"Get yourself a new shirt! Call me if that isn't enough to cover it!" I call out as I run down the sidewalk, ignoring his calls, both hands covering my flaming cheeks as I run for the hills from a man who could have been a godsend. Of course, I just had to meet the man of my dreams while embarrassingly spilling coffee all over him.

I froze as I placed the key into the lock of my store. I turn and gaze down the street. Huh. He didn't complain about the coffee being hot. I tilt my head in confusion. Shouldn't it have burned him?

I shook those thoughts free and went into my store. There's no point worrying about that now.

I smile softly to myself as I watch my part time cashier check people out left and right from my office. My office door had the perfect view of the register as long as I kept the door open.

I had the document pulled up for the current story I was working on.

Lilly has been a great help in the store. Making it possible to keep writing while I ran the store as well.

I turn back to my laptop and continue on.

"Miss Lane? There's someone here for you." Lilly calls out not even 30 minutes later.

I don't even look up. It was probably either Lois or dad.

"Just come on in!" I called out as I pulled up a web tab to do some research for the house I wanted to describe. I wanted it to be perfect while also making sense. This was going to be a big elaborate murder house. Maybe I should check out how H. H. Holmes did it.

"Um. Hi?" My head snapped up at the sound of the voice I hadn't been able to get out of my head for nearly a week. Ever since I literally stumbled into it.

I stand up and make my way around my desk. "Oh! Hi! Fancy seeing you here." I smiled shyly, a blush covering my cheeks as he no doubt noticed me checking him out.

He looked great. This time in a long sleeved dark gray sweater and blue wash jeans. He had a black baseball cap on his head as well, covering his dark locks.

He smiled. "I just wanted to apologize again for last week. And give this back." He handed over 25 bucks.

I gaze up at him in curiosity. "Most people wouldn't go out of their way to give back the change. Most would have kept it." It wasn't a question and he grinned as he looked down at his shoes.

His smile nearly stole the breath from my lungs. "I guess, I'm not like most people." He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "And if I'm being totally honest... I wanted to see you again. I'm Clark."

The name rang a bell, something my sister had commented on a few days back, but I shook it off.

I smile. "My name's Eris. It's nice to officially meet you, Clark. Without the coffee troubles this time." I giggled when his head shot up and a large smile covered his face as he heard my laughter.

Oh yeah. I wanted this man in my life.