Vivienne's POV
I came back the next day.
I told myself it was because of the food.
The Harlow had exceptional lamb chops and a dessert menu that deserved its own separate religion. I had been coming here for three years. It was my place. My routine. The fact that I was back twenty four hours after my last visit had absolutely nothing to do with a waiter who had looked at me for one unguarded second and then looked away like I had startled him.
That was what I told myself.
I chose a table closer to the side door this time.
Purely for the natural lighting.
....
He appeared eleven minutes after I sat down.
I know because I had checked my watch twice while pretending to read the menu I already knew by heart. He came through the same side door carrying a tray of water glasses with the
