Chapter 44
Grace/John Evans.
"Grace, get table number 5!" I heard Jenna calling me for help.
"Got it!" I told her and went to table no.5 to get their order. I was focused on getting my notepad out of my pocket. Thank God today was not that hectic at the cafe T.
I looked up at the customer and my breath hitched. Why is he here? And why is he not sitting in the VIP room like usual?
"Hi, Grace," Damon said with a polite smile on his face.
"Hi, Damon. . ." I replied. Why am I feeling nervous? Sure I kissed him but he also kissed me and I think kissing is no big deal. . . then why the f**k is my palms getting sweaty?
I looked at him and smiled awkwardly. He raised his eyebrow and chuckled. "Aren't you going to take my order?" He asked and I smiled awkwardly.
"Of course, what would you
