Perhaps her life was getting too predictable! Anna considered that maybe she was that cold fish that nobody liked — still, that’s exactly the way she wanted it.
She had to admit though, as she plastered on her “customer smile” and placed the aromatic curry on Table 14, this diner was one attractive man. Dark hair rested on the collar of his pin-striped business shirt, which stretched across his broad shoulders. His eyes were a stormy blue and twinkled with intelligence while his plump lips curved into a smile.
“Thank you,” he said. “Smells delicious.”
They locked eyes for the briefest of moments before he leant over the dish to breathe the aroma.
“This won’t take long,” he said.
Anna froze. What am I doing? Blood pulsed loudly in her ears as she broke his gaze, looking instead at his
