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My eyes widened slowly as my brain immediately picked up on the aroma and the delectable plating. It looked like something straight out of a three star Michelin restaurant, which was exactly what The Continental was, but it somehow still looked better than the one I had seen in the restaurant. "Oh my God," I finally blurted out as I left my seat, then went around to where Florian was standing. He had a small proud smile, and he gently kept the lid on the work table, and he watched me through his thick lashes. "You made this for me?" I asked, my hands still clasped on my mouth, my eyes wide. He didn't reply and simply leaned, his fingers pointing to the side of the round plate. Right on the side was an elegant cursive that read simply, Rox. I broke into a laugh and turned around, blin