34 — “He's into you!”

Today, there were more tables available, so I took her as far away from the counter as I could. However, the moment we entered the establishment, I can already feel the Owner's eyes on me. It's a bit uncomfortable to call him in such a generic way, but there's nothing I can do, as I have lost the timing to ask his name.

Grace and I sit down, and he comes over to us with a big smile. Somehow, he seems happy today. And when he stops beside our table, I see that his eyes are on me. Not alternating between us — it's on me.

“Hi, Angelee, Club Sandwich again?” He asks with a playful smile on his lips.

“Actually… I think I'll have something else…” I clear my throat, looking down at the menu, trying not to show my shyness at being the target of such a persistent stare. And maybe because I'm not used to things like this, my appetite is absolutely zeroed out…. “One Salad, please.”

“And your friend?” Owner finally sets his eyes on Grace, allowing a breath to finally invade my lungs; I hadn't eve