“Of all the people in the world, of all the perfectly walkable pavements… why did fate choose him as the witness?
There he was...composed, AirPods in, effortlessly walking like the universe had choreographed his every step.
And then there was her.
One tiny slip. One accidental collision. One devastating blow to her dignity.
She didn't fall, thankfully.
But perhaps fate has a wicked sense of humour…
Because sometimes destiny doesn't send a sign.
Sometimes it sends a handsome guy and a slippery pavement. ...








