Zara stirred her coffee slowly, watching Daniel over the rim of her cup.
The cafe was warm, soft music playing in the background. It felt comfortable.
“So,” she said, breaking the silence, “grocery store Daniel… what do you actually do when you’re not shopping or trying to impress a lady with your looks and deep voice?”
Daniel smiled at her remark. “I’m a business manager.”
Her brows lifted. “Ooo. That sounds cool. What company do you work with?”
“Only on paper,” he replied. “I was recently put in charge of a department at Ryder Group.”
Zara froze for half a second. “Wait. Ryder Ryder?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Do you know it?”
She leaned back dramatically. “Wow, who doesn't. Okay. So I almost ran into a guy working in a big company with a shopping cart.”
“You make it sound like I have
