Andrew looked utterly confused, his face a mixture of doubt and curiosity. Victor, on the other hand, was sure of one thing—this guy definitely didn't know Claire.
Victor opened his mouth, ready to say something, but ultimately chose against revealing Claire's identity. Instead, he gave Andrew a long, meaningful look.
"Your coffee is ready," Claire interrupted, placing the neatly prepared food and drinks on the counter.
"Ah, thanks so much!" Andrew quickly stepped forward to grab the tray, flashing a smile as if afraid she might walk away. "By the way, your desserts are incredible. Do you have a secret recipe? Mind sharing it with me?"
Victor, unable to watch Andrew act like such a lovestruck fool, rolled his eyes. Tossing his apron onto the counter, he walked over, grabbed And
