**Quinn's POV**
"Owen, if you come again to bother me, then I'll-"
I stopped myself when I turned around and saw that the customer who came in was not Owen, but a middle-aged man in sporty clothes. Just like the general manager's style.
"I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone I knew. I apologize again, sir."
"Take it easy. I may have startled you," he said with a friendly smile.
I was honestly embarrassed. It's because of Owen who also visited this shop yesterday and surprised me. So that's why I thought that this man was Owen.
"Can I help you?" I asked cautiously. Because he didn't leave my side.
"You're Quinn, right? Can we talk? I promise I won't be long."
Wait, how did he know my name and even my profession?
Obviously he wasn't Frost Maple staff, nor was he someone I had
