Amber was known for her beauty—gorgeous brunette hair cascading down her back, a curvy figure that turned heads, and angelic features that seemed almost otherworldly. However, her beauty was often overshadowed by her gullibility. Friends affectionately called her “Sweet Amber,” while others took advantage of her kind nature, knowing how easily she could be tricked into anything.

One sunny afternoon, as the soft rays of sunlight danced across her car’s windshield, Amber was driving through the charming neighborhood where she had spent years. The windows were rolled down, and the music played softly, creating an atmosphere of carefree bliss.

Suddenly, in a moment of distraction—perhaps a glance at a bird flitting across the road—Amber didn’t see the red light ahead. She felt a jolt, her heart racing as her car collided with the one in front of her. The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass rang in her ears.

After stepping out, she noticed the driver of the other car: a tall, handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He stepped out, a frown on his face quickly melting into a smirk as he assessed the damage. With the casual ease of someone who often found himself in similar situations, he approached her.

“Wow, that was some impact!” he said with a flirtatious tone, glancing at her with a mix of concern and admiration. “Are you okay?”

Amber nodded, her cheeks turning pink under his gaze. “I’m fine, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see the light.”

“Accidents happen,” he said dismissively. “But how about we exchange information? I think there’s a little more than just the car that needs addressing.” He leaned closer, his tone shifting into something more intimate.