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

 “ My dad wants me to meet a guy. Arranged date stuff” said Sia looking at Ora. 

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 and Ora rode their bike,chatting the sleek glass façade of Sia’s company, a sudden jolt shattered their moment—a car, seemingly out of nowhere, struck Sia from behind. The impact sent both women tumbling to the ground, their reflections in the glass replaced by a blur of motion and surprise. Ora’s sunglasses flew askew while Sia, stunned but sharp-tongued as ever, tried to gather herself amid the chaos. The driver, flustered and apologetic, scrambled to explain, but Sia—bruised in pride more than body—was already crafting a biting retort. The collision, though accidental, became an unexpected twist in their day, leaving behind scuffed knees, tangled hair, and a story neither would soon forget.”

Bike Hitter (still flustered) “I—I didn’t see you! The sun was in my eyes, and—wait, are you okay?”

Sia (dusting off her jeans with exaggerated care)
“Oh, I’m splendid, really. Bruised ego, perhaps, but that’s nothing a witty retort won’t fix. Now, let’s assess the damage. My knee—slightly dramatic, but it adds flair. My hair—artfully tangled, like a Jackson Pollock painting. And my dignity? Well, it’s doing the cha-cha in the gutter, but fear not—it’s a resilient little creature.”

Bike Hitter (still stammering)
“I—I’m so sorry. Can I help you up? Should I call an ambulance?”

Sia (raising an eyebrow)
“An ambulance? Darling, I’ve survived worse—a PowerPoint presentation on quantum physics, for instance. But since you’re offering, how about a cup of coffee instead? You know, to discuss our newfound bond—the one forged by your bumper and my kneecap.”

Bike hitter(sheepishly) "It's Hyun and the one inside the car is my friend Kai. I'm usually a better driver."

Sia(leaning closer, conspirational) Look I really did have bad day,and now this collision may be if you just get lost with your friend the one who is inside the car who doesn't give a damn about the accident and no courtesy to apologize. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m limping home to nurse my wounded pride. And Hyun? Next time you see a pedestrian, try braking. It’s all the rage.”

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.