Aria POV
Lucien Devereux came back the next day.
And the day after that.
And the day after that too.
By the end of the week, everyone at Rosewood Bistro had noticed.
“He’s here again,” Mia whispered dramatically while peeking toward the entrance.
I didn’t bother looking up from the coffee machine.
“I can hear you,” I muttered.
“That man could eat at restaurants worth more than this entire building, yet he keeps coming here.” She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. “For some reason.”
I focused harder on the cups in front of me.
Because honestly?
I didn’t understand it either.
Every evening around seven, Lucien walked through the doors with his friends like clockwork. Sometimes they stayed for an hour. Sometimes longer.
But no matter how busy the restaurant became, his attenti
