Aria's POV
I heard a familiar voice. Turning around, I saw a man smiling at me.
I blinked, staring at him. He was exactly the chef I met here a year ago.
Now that he had taken off his white kitchen apron, he looked surprisingly handsome in his casual clothes.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you forgot about me already?" Zack asked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Of course not," I stammered, clearing my throat nervously.
Zack stepped closer and stood right in front of me.
He leaned in slightly and murmured.
"Did you finally divorce that foolish mate of yours? The one who stood you up and left you waiting all night? I'm glad you did. Sit down, and I will cook something truly amazing for you today. But on one condition, don't cry into your soup again, OK?"
I stared at him, complet
