Tangled Hearts, Straight Faces — Chapter 1: The Coffee CatastropheOne spilled coffee. Two inflated egos. And a love story that starts with a stain no detergent could wash away.The café smelled of roasted beans and bad decisions. She was running late, juggling her phone, laptop, and overconfidence, when fate — or clumsiness — struck.A splash.A gasp.And the sound of freshly brewed coffee baptizing someone’s spotless white shirt.“Seriously?” the man said, looking down at his shirt like it had just confessed a crime.She blinked. “You walked into my spill zone. Technically, it’s your fault.He raised a brow. “Ah, victim-blaming before 9