Ora, the full-time fashion designer with an eye for style and a penchant for practicality, meets Yeona outside her prestigious company. They lean against the sleek glass façade, their reflections merging with the cityscape.

Sia: “Dad wants me to meet a guy. Arranged date stuff.”

Ora, adjusting her oversized sunglasses: “Go on a date, marry him. Settle down, Sia.”

Inner Sia (rolling her eyes, mentally trying on a dozen outfits): “Ora, I’m not old-fashioned. I want fireworks, not a spreadsheet of pros and cons.”

Ora, with a knowing smile: “Well, I wouldn’t miss a chance like this. Who knows? Maybe he’ll surprise you with a pocket square that matches your dreams.”

And so, Ora’s practical wisdom clashes with Sia stubborn dreams—the clash of chiffon and rebellion.

As Sia revs up her borrowed bike, pondering life’s grand design, fate pirouettes onto the scene. Thaad thaadd! In a fraction of a second, she and Ora are sprawled on the pavement, hit by a car.

Sia's thoughts (between bruised knees and tangled hair): “Well, this escalated quickly. Maybe arranged dates aren’t so bad compared to bike collisions. At least they don’t leave tire marks on your dignity."

Ora groans, and Yeona stares at the sky. Life isn’t a checklist—it’s a Choose Your Own Adventure novel with missing pages.

Maybe her dad was right. Maybe settling down isn’t the end of the world. And maybe, just maybe, love can be as unexpected as a bike collision.