The man who had bumped into her was young, about her age, and wore a baseball cap.
He glanced up at a middle-aged woman standing a short distance away, who gave him a subtle nod.
Receiving the signal, the young man bowed his head apologetically. "I'm truly sorry, miss." He bent down to pick up the shopping bag she had dropped and handed it to her.
As Ann took the bag, the man's eyes widened in feigned surprise. "You… you're Miss Templeton?"
Ann frowned, confused. "Do I know you?"
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand. "My name is Asher Fletcher. I'm in the jewelry business, a colleague of your cousin, Mr. Gonzales. We met at a reception last year. I don't suppose you remember?"
Ann shook her head.
Asher didn't seem fazed. "Of course, a busy person like yourself wouldn't remember me. What a coincidence to run into you here. Since fate has brought us together, would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch?"
Ann studied him for a moment, a faint glimmer in her eyes. In the past, she would have dismissed such an invitation from a nobody like him. But things were different now. She had nothing, and she needed to seize every opportunity and connection that came her way.
A small smile played on her lips. "Since you're being so sincere, Mr. Fletcher, it would be rude of me to refuse."
"Miss Templeton, please," he said with a slight bow, gesturing for her to lead the way. He fell into step beside her. "I know a lovely rooftop garden restaurant on the sixth floor. Would that be to your liking?"

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