SYDNEY'S POV
As we enter the bar,Grace sighed by my side, her warm breath softly tickled my ear. "It's a pity we didn't get to see that handsome Italian guy again."
"Hmm…" I murmured.
Then she chirped, a hopeful rise to her tone, "But it doesn't matter. I asked the bartender about him, and he said the guy owns this bar, so we'll definitely see him if we frequent here."
I skidded to a stop, almost causing Grace to stumble forward. I had been half-listening to her talk about the Italian guy, but my ears had perked up when she said he owned the bar.
I turned to her, excitement built in me, overshadowing the glint of fear. "The Italian guy is the owner of the bar?"
Grace bobbed her head, "Yes, what's up?"
"I got his card," I blurted without any preamble.
"Shut up!" Grace's eyes widene
