Amy P.O.V
Walking into the restaurant, I had half expected to see Andre at one of the tables, he probably would have stood and smiled before waving me over but this wasn't the fairytale welcome I had envisioned. He wasn't here yet.
I was tempted to walk around the restaurant and look but no! That would be too desperate. I stood at the entrance, unsure whether to proceed towards the general sitting area or leave the premises entirely. I was still mulling over my options when I sensed someone approaching me, my reflexes kicked in and I turned instinctively in the direction of the person.
I had turned fully and came face to face with a middle aged man. His dressing suggested he commanded some amount of authority in this establishment. Oh great! Maybe he could help me make up my mind on wh
