He Stole Her Heart, So She's Stealing His Last Name

It all began when Vilmary found herself employed at the Facebook data center tending to the kitchen. Drue, already an established presence, worked the second shift, while Vilmary was assigned to the first. Their paths had yet to cross, yet an adversarial dance began to unfold, sparked by a series of misunderstandings. Vilmary, convinced that Drue was leaving towels at their shared station for her, had no idea that he was merely replenishing those she had been taking. These seemingly minor misunderstandings escalated, placing Drue firmly on Vilmary’s list of those she found particularly irksome—all without the two ever having met in person! The fateful day arrived when the shifts were to be combined, bringing their teams together. Vilmary spent the weekend rehearsing her every move, determined to stand her ground when faced with the man who had unknowingly vexed her so. But as Monday morning dawned, and their eyes finally met across the kitchen, Drue greeted her with a simple “Good morning” that caught her entirely off guard. It was a greeting that seemed to pierce through the armor she had so carefully crafted. Yet, she was not ready to lower her defenses, nor was Drue willing to abandon the caution he had developed toward this fiery woman he had come to misunderstand. Weeks passed, and the tension between them simmered, until one fateful evening when the kitchen team ventured out to a few local bars. In the dim light and warmth of the night, the misconceptions that had kept them apart began to dissolve, leaving behind the tender glow of something new. It was something neither of them had anticipated wanting, but both found they desperately needed. In the space left by their fading misunderstandings, a seed of affection took root. Slowly but surely, it blossomed into a love that neither had ever dreamed possible—one that was as unexpected as it was powerful, and utterly unmatched by anything they had ever felt before.