What can a chance meeting bring? What if she is not alone? What if you keep bumping into each other? Coincidence or bad luck. Or maybe it’s fate.

“Who are you anyway?” the guy shouted furiously.

The girl was not taken aback and carefully rose on her tiptoes so that only he could hear her words.

“Your little personal hell,” her breath tickled his neck.

The young man could not see that smug smile playing on her lips. He could not know how hard it was for her to play the role she had created for herself. After her words, she deftly turned around and slowly swayed her hips and walked out. She couldn’t see that thoughtful, angry and at the same time tender look with which the guy was trying to drill into her back.

“It seems, friend, you’re seriously in trouble,” a heavy man’s hand lay on the young man’s shoulder. She will still drive you crazy. Remember my words.