I was having a good day.
For once.
No emergency meetings.
No investors calling every five minutes.
No board members questioning every decision I made.
No endless reports waiting for my approval.
I was simply sitting at the restaurant.
Relaxing.
Which was rare for me.
The restaurant had become my favorite place to escape.
Not because of the food.
Not because of the atmosphere.
Because of him.
Mark.
I watched him move around the restaurant like I always did.
The way he focused while working.
The way he spoke calmly to everyone.
The way he somehow managed to be patient with every person except me.
Especially me.
I smiled slightly.
He was impossible.
But he was my impossible person.
At least—
That was what I liked to believe.
A few minutes later, Mark walked toward my t
