Enzo's POV
I can see that Tiara has started avoiding me again, and I don't like it. My frequent visits to her classroom kept those pathetic girls in check, and even the guys' wandering eyes seemed to stop. But her avoiding me? That doesn't sit well. I can't stand the thought of her trying to stay out of my reach. So, I decided to make a move—a reminder that she can't escape me so easily, no matter how hard she tries.
The soft chime of the café door was drowned out by the loud crack as it slammed against the wall. I had pushed it open harder than I intended. A few heads turned to look in my direction, but I ignored them. I wasn't here for the crowd. I was here for her.
I spotted her behind the counter, head down, completely unaware of my presence. She looked so small there, busy with her pathetic little job. But I could tell from the way her shoulders tensed that she felt me. Good. She should. I had that effect on people—especially her.
Tiara.
