CHAPTER TEN
Keira had just one more day in Denmark, one day to conjure up some words to send to the magazine. She hadn’t yet found her groove with this article. Maybe some more interviews would help.
She dressed herself for the day, then went to the dining hall for breakfast. As she entered she saw that the ginger-haired server from before was on shift again. She groaned internally in anticipation of his flirty ways. Except, when he came up to show her to a spare table, he seemed morose. He greeted her with a simple “Good morning” and quietly led her to her table. No flirty quips whatsoever.
Keira sat, looking up at him curiously. He handed her a menu with an audible sigh.
“Is everything okay?” Keira asked.
“Yeah,” he said dismissively and wholly unconvincingly. “What are you having?
