|Tamara|
I averted my eyes away from him before taking a deep and strained breath. I hurried myself from wiping down the tables and left my station. s**t. Of all places and restaurants around the world why does he have to show up here twice? Isn’t there a place where he could spend his meal rather than here? I know this restaurant is explicit when it comes to food and services but I would rather want him to try other places. Especially not here. I can’t work knowing that he’s just there.
It’s obvious that he doesn’t know that I’m here because if he would he would have known, he would definitely cross the ocean just to never see my face again…….and so was I for him. I was on my way to the locker room when Martina called my attention, halting me from entering the room.
“Where are yo
