Claire wasn’t ready for a relationship, not after the betrayal she had been forced to endure.
But Daniel’s persistence made her wonder if she could trust a man again.
Just as she was ready to open her heart to love, she saw him with another woman, carrying her child on his shoulders.
The restaurant hummed with a quiet energy as the last plates were cleared, the low murmur of conversations fading into the night.
Claire moved methodically, wiping the counter in steady, even strokes.
The task was soothing, grounding her in the moment.
It wasn’t just about cleaning—it was about keeping her thoughts at bay, safely locked away where they couldn’t hurt her.
“Claire, got a minute?”
The familiar voice cut through the stillness, soft yet commanding. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
Daniel, the owner of the restaurant, stood a few feet away, his presence filling the room effortlessly.
She straightened, resting the cloth on the counter, and raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess,” she said, her tone light but tinged with exasperation.
“You’re going to ask me out again.”
Daniel grinned, leaning casually against the counter.
His confidence was almost irritating, but there was something disarming about the way he held himself, like he was always in on a joke no one else had heard.
“Maybe I am,” he replied, his smile playful.
“Ice rink tomorrow? Come on, Claire. Third time’s the charm.”
She opened her mouth, ready with another excuse, but the words didn’t come.
There was a flicker of something in his expression—determination, perhaps, or hope—that gave her pause.
Most men would’ve backed off after one rejection, let alone two.
But Daniel didn’t seem fazed, and that persistence made her hesitate.
“Why are you so sure I’ll say yes this time?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Because you haven’t walked away yet,” he shot back, his grin widening.
Claire couldn’t help it—a small laugh escaped her, surprising even herself.
For a moment, she let her guard slip, and in that fleeting second, she wondered what it would feel like to say yes.
To trust again.
“Alright,” she said finally, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll go. Tomorrow.”
Daniel’s smile spread across his face like sunlight breaking through clouds.
“Great.
See you at seven,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking toward the door.
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