**Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter**

The dimly lit restaurant was buzzing with the sounds of clinking glasses and hushed conversations. Charlie, a 21-year-old hairstylist, sat at the bar sipping on a glass of merlot, enjoying her post-work dinner. Her long, curly black hair cascaded down her back, and her bright smile lit up the room. She was lost in thought, replaying the events of her day, when she noticed a tall, chiseled figure walk in. He was impossible to miss, with his broad shoulders and charismatic presence. Charlie couldn't help but glance his way, and their eyes met for a brief moment. The man, with a strong jawline and piercing brown eyes, made his way to the bar, ordering a beer as he scanned the room. Charlie felt a flutter in her chest as their eyes locked again, this time holding for a few seconds longer. She quickly looked away, trying to brush off the sudden spark of interest. Who was this guy, and why was she reacting like this? As the night wore on, Charlie caught glimpses of the mysterious man chatting with the bartender and laughing with a group of friends. She couldn't help but sneak peeks, noticing the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. It wasn't until he caught her staring again that he made his move, walking over to introduce himself. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his deep voice sending shivers down Charlie's spine. She hesitated for a moment before scooting over to make room for him. "Not at all," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. They chatted for hours, discussing everything from music to sports. Charlie learned that his name was Travis, and he was a tight end for the Kansas City Chiefs. She was impressed, but also guarded, not wanting to get too caught up in a conversation with a virtual stranger. As the night drew to a close, Travis walked Charlie out of the restaurant, his hand brushing against hers. The spark of attraction was undeniable, and Charlie felt a flutter in her chest as he leaned in close. "I'm really glad I met you," Travis said, his breath warm against her ear. "Would you like to grab coffee sometime?" Charlie hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She didn't want to give him her number, but she also didn't want to be rude. "I'm flattered," she said finally, "but I don't think that's a good idea." Travis's face fell, but he quickly recovered, flashing a charming smile. "No worries, I understand. It was great meeting you, even if it was just for a night." As they parted ways, Charlie couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a mistake. She watched as Travis walked away, feeling a pang of regret. Who was this captivating stranger, and why did she feel like she'd just closed a door on something special? Little did Charlie know, Travis was just getting started. He was determined to find out her name and make her his. And as he walked away, he made a mental note to return to the restaurant and ask the bartender if they knew her name. It wasn't until the next day, while scrolling through social media, that Travis stumbled upon a post from a salon in the area. A photo of a talented young hairstylist caught his eye - Charlie, with her stunning smile and curly hair. Travis's heart skipped a beat as he quickly jotted down the salon's address. He had a feeling that their chance encounter was only the beginning.