The restaurant had only been open a short while, specializing in upscale exotic cuisine and had drummed up quite a buzz with a

members-only gimmick that drew in the well-heeled crowd.

Leaning in close, Carol whispered in his ear, "But between us, are their ingredients really all imported?"

Her breath tickled his ear, and he turned his head to avoid her, remaining silent.

Carol drew back, nonchalant.

"Guess not," she mused. "Must be from around the local bay, right?"

Felix rubbed his temples with a wry smile. "Ms. Miller, if we keep at this, I'm afraid I'll be job hunting soon."

Resting her chin in her palm, Carol's lips curved into a smile.

"So what if you are? It's not like waiting tables is hard to cby."

The words were out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them.

She noticed Felix purse his lips—a sign she was learning meant displeasure.

And her comment, unfiltered as it was, sounded downright insulting.

She quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean you specifically. I'm a waitress too, working at a barbecue restaurant. I've been at five

different places now. It's easy to find this kind of work in Greenfield; it's a big city, with lots of demand."

Felix chuckled softly, apparently not taking offense to her earlier remark.

Eager to make amends, Carol reached for the serving fork and offered him ssteak.

the sboat. It's not often we get to enjoy this kind of food. Even if it's

Have swith me."

"Sure."

having met just once before, began to dine

out of the corner of her eye. He ate with measured grace, the sound

His manners were impeccable, not what one might expect from a waiter. In fact, he

sof the

especially when holding the

she couldn't help but keep her gaze on him—from his hands to the

his shirt.

dressed just for her, hitting all the right

her stare, Felix put his utensils down, slightly

"What's up?"

could it be but the

was hungry, but now she was

at the clock on the wall,

to start my

won't keep you. I've got to head to work too. Hey, next tyou're at the

of leftovers, which are pretty good.

up as she went along—when

eyebrow, his

to bewitch Carol, making her cheeks

to look out the window, waving him off. "Off you go, then.

of warm tea, Felix finally

touched her burning cheeks,

fanned herself with a menu,

cool breeze brought

didn't see Felix, but thoughts of him, particularly the image of his hands holding the cutlery

his neck, which she so wanted to tug

saw him again, it was

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