Is all about dreams, fate, reality, past, present and future love story with lots of obstacles but with a smile at the end .
Chapter 1 A COLLISION OF FATE
EVE
The coffee shop is too crowded, the air thick with the scent of espresso and too many conversations happening at once.
Eve has her sketchbook balanced on one knee, her other leg tucked under her as she furiously scribbles, her dreams have been growing more intense, more vivid.
She doesn't know why she's suddenly obsessed with capturing the face of a stranger she's never met, but there's an ache in her chest that won't go away until she gets it just right.
She chews the end of her pencil, narrowing her eyes at the page. "Ugh. Too broody," she mutters, erasing a line.
She reaches for her coffee-
And knocks it straight off the table.
The cup tips, the dark liquid soaring through the air in slow motion-
-until it collides with someone's shirt.
Someone who just happened to be walking by at exactly the wrong time.
"Are you kidding me?"
Eve looks up, mortified, to see a man standing there, frozen in horror, staring at the coffee stain blooming across his chest like an abstract painting.
She blinks.
Oh no.
He looks... familiar.
LIAM
Liam had only come into the café for a quiet place to write, but fate-or some cosmic joke-has other plans.
One second, he's minding his own business, heading for the counter. The next, he's got a burning-hot coffee stain seeping into his shirt.
He lets out a strangled sound, part frustration, part disbelief.
"Oh my God," a voice says. "I-I am so sorry-"
Liam looks down at the mess, then up at the culprit.
And suddenly, he forgets how to be annoyed.
Because the woman staring at him with wide, horrified eyes-she's the woman from his dreams.
His stomach twists. This is impossible. It's just déjà vu, right?
"...You okay?" she asks hesitantly.
Liam realizes he's been staring too long. He clears his throat. "Yeah. Just wondering if this is how I die."
She lets out a startled laugh, and something in his chest stirs.
"Well, in that case," she says, smirking, "I hope you enjoyed your last coffee."
Liam huffs, shaking his head as he tugs at his ruined shirt. "You owe me a new one."
"A new coffee?"
"A new shirt."
She grins. "Bold of you to assume I'm rich."
Liam doesn't say it, but he already knows-he's not going to forget her.
Not now, not ever.
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