There was a knock on the door that stopped the conversation from going any further. Alaric didn’t notice it, but Erin was relieved. She knew her job would raise some eyebrows, and she did not want to have that conversation that night. Especially not with someone who claimed of being a prince and just microwaved a cup of noodles.
Erin opened the door, but as soon as she saw who it was, the relief she felt was suddenly gone. For there stood Joshua, holding a bag with the name of his Café on it.
“There were some leftovers from today and I figured you might enjoy it,” Joshua said to Erin, even though he was looking and smiling at Alaric. His intentions were crystal clear—to snoop and woo the cute boy.
“My, my, I didn’t know you still have company!” he happily let himself in, giving the bag
