utique with a look of mild disinterest. His sharp jawline, neatly styled dark hair, and tailored suit scr

d her posture and plastered on her best smile. "Welcome

k up an order. It should be under the name-" He paus

d billboards in Times Square. And, if the gossip columns were to be believed, his ex-girlfriend

essman Victoria had dated for years before their highly publicized split. She didn't know much abou

to the front. The man was now scrolling through his phone, his expressi

the ord

t hers. Cold. His hands were cold. Thank you," he said, his voice deep and clipped. No smile. No warmth. Before Annie could respond, the bell chimed again, and in walked none other than Victoria Hayes he

ng an unexpected pang in her ches

n't correct Victoria. Instead, he nodded towa

urned and walked out, Vict

disappointment. It was ridiculous-he was just an

black car, she couldn't shake the feeling that t

idea just how