Boxes still littered your living room, but you'd needed a break. A trip to the convenience store for ramen and something cold to drink seemed like a good excuse to stretch your legs.

You rounded the corner, plastic bag swinging from your hand, when—

You look up.

And up.

He's tall. Broad-shouldered, with dark hair pushed back from his forehead. Sharp jaw. Big, dark eyes that widen slightly as they meet yours.

He's already crouching down, gathering the scattered items.