a long day, and she was in no mood to cook. The weight of responsibilities had settled heavily on her shoulders ever since

t of freshly grilled food wafting through the air. All she wanted was to eat quie

he pulled out her phone to distract herself. The restaura

hrough the menu, a deep yet smoot

ss. What can I ge

met the most charming smile

r. He wore the restaurant's uniform-a simple black button-down shirt and dark slacks-but

out him, the way he stood, the way his eyes he

.. just a plate of grilled chicken a

ribbling on his notepad. Then, with a s

before nodding.

st impression," he said, his vo

he turned and walked away,

shaking her head. Just a waite

ected Co

ned with her orange juice, pl

ing back slightly but not lea

n eyebrow. "Wh

air across from her. "You just have that look. The

, you analyze yo

nes," he said, flashing

kle softly. "Well, you're ri

erts," he said, his tone light. "Nothing

sed. "Is this your way of

But also, I just think everyone des

thing effortlessly charming about him, the k

he said

ha

he clarifie

ugh she wasn't entirely sur

meet yo

ter called him over. Kenze shot her a small win

her head again. Charmin

ring Im

ze as he moved through the restaurant. He interacted easily with customers,

he did-not just serving food bu

e, Kenze returne

joyed the me

. Than

his won't be the la

ightly. "Do you say that

rth remembering,"

r eyes but smil

d to leave, she could feel his eyes fo

small, amused shake of her head. Charmin

this was only the beg