Jules’ P.O.V.
It was Sunday during lunch break, and my second official day of working at T&T. It was also the second day after having kissed my boss and the second day that my stomach hadn’t stopped skipping every time that same chef was near me, or I could feel his eyes on my back whenever he slipped out of the kitchen to talk to customers who wanted to compliment him on an amazing dinner or lunch. Luckily, the busiest time of lunch had already passed by now, and I was washing glasses when I watched the door opening and a delivery boy walk inside.
I frowned as I watched him walk over to Eluna, holding a bouquet of red roses. It was a bit odd for a delivery boy to walk into a restaurant, but I guess some man just wanted to go all out to woo his date. And I looked around at the guests, w
