Rhiannon looked in the dining room from the little kitchen window. He was there… again. It was his ninth morning in a row, coming to the “King’s Wish” for breakfast.
What point was he trying to make?
“This guy!” she murmured, extremely irritated. “Coming into my restaurant uninvited, acting like he cares about the baby or me… Who is he trying to fool?”
Sandra, her friend, entered the kitchen and saw her near the window. A little smirk appeared on her lips.
“I think you should go out there and give him your two cents or stop this right now, Miss Rina,” she said, handing a note to one of the sous-chefs. “Either way, you need to do something because standing here, talking to yourself, scares people…”
“I have nothing to say to him!” Rhiannon replied slowly and moved away from the door.
