Stein’s POV
My eyebrows furrowed while looking at Tricia. She’s currently sitting in front of me, her chin rested on the palm of her hand with her mouth pouted. She’s not doing anything and yet I feel so pissed while looking at her.
Probably because she’s not being her useful self.
For the whole hour, she spent the whole time not talking to me or looking at me but looking at the man behind the counter. My eyes landed on the man and I raised a brow while looking at it—I mean him.
Tricia said that he’s the owner of this Bakery. Well, he actually looks nice, but there’s something about him that’s been pissing me off so much.
Is it his dated hairstyle from the 90s or is it the smile that has been plastered on his face ever since he arrived here? Also, most of the customers are women,
