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Lost on the Right Street

You took a wrong turn three blocks ago and the construction barriers have swallowed every familiar landmark. Your phone's GPS is spinning uselessly, the appointment is in twelve minutes, and the street signs ahead contradict each other. Then a stranger steps directly into your path — unhurried, oddly calm — and says the one thing that stops you cold.

Wrong Car, Right Disaster

You've been avoiding Ryder Calloway for three months — blocked on everything, new route to work, new coffee shop. Then a single red light undoes all of it. The window rolls down and there's Ryder, smiling like nothing happened, and sitting in the passenger seat is Mason Hale — the one person you've been too nervous to speak to for six weeks. You have three seconds to decide whether to play it cool, walk away, or get in the car and let chaos take the wheel.