Annie was still trying to make sense of everything when the door chimed behind her, and the café filled with an all-too-familiar presence. Damien.
He strode in confidently, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the room. His eyes locked onto Annie, and she felt her pulse quicken, the tension between them crackling like electricity in the air.
"Do you like the flowers?" Damien asked, his voice smooth and charming. "I thought they might brighten your day."
Annie clenched her fists, struggling to keep her composure. "Damien, what are you doing? You can't just—"
He held up a hand, cutting her off with a disarming smile. "I can, and I did. But I didn't come here just to shower you with flowers. I came to ask you something."
Annie's heart thudded in her chest as Damien took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt the café shrink around them, the walls closing in as the distance between them disappeared.
