Knox POV
She serves a couple near the window and grabs coffee for a man sitting near the front, all while moving with that quiet determination that says she’s trying to keep it together.
Eventually, I polish off the last few fries and lean back in my chair. My stomach’s full, and I should probably get moving, but I don’t want to leave just yet.
Danielle makes her way back over, her steps slower than before. Her expression is careful as she stops beside the table, pen and pad in hand like she needs the extra layer of professionalism between us.
“You ready to pay and head out?” she asks, her tone polite, but her eyes tell me she already knows I’m not in a rush.
I sigh and glance around the restaurant before settling my gaze back on her. “I don’t know,” I say casually, letting the words
