Unfortunately for her, her attention was not appreciated by its target.
"Go away, Ramona. Work." Louie heaved a deep breath, massaging his forehead.
He honestly didn't know why he was so in love with this woman before. Every time he thought of it, he couldn't help but shiver in disgust and shame.
Back then, he was just a pure-hearted guy looking for love amidst all the chaos and uncertainty. He didn't even know she approached him on purpose. At the time, he thought they met by fate.
He was in his favorite affordable canteen restaurant—one that he went to every after work—when he noticed her for the first time.
She was quite pretty, and she was working as a waitress there in-charge of gathering the plates after use to take to the back room.
When he asked to clean his table, she smiled at him. But she was a bit clumsy and dropped a bit of the plate on him, messing up his shirt. "Oh no, I'm so sorry," she mumbled, her eyes teary and it lit up the urge to protect in Louie.
