"Claire?"
Claire turned, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Ivy approaching from behind. Ivy wore her usual friendly smile, a cloth napkin tucked into her hand as if she'd just been tending to one of her tables.
Ivy's face brightened. "It's such a pleasant surprise seeing you here. What brings you to my restaurant today?" She asked wondering why it seemed like Claire was about to turn back.
Before Claire could answer, a smooth voice cut in from behind.
"We're here for a business meeting," Christopher said, stepping up beside Claire with that irritating, ever-present smirk of his.
Claire shot him a warning look, her lips pressing into a thin line. But she held back from contradicting him. She wasn't about to make a scene in front of Ivy, not when the girl was just being polite.
