"The last time I checked, I didn't ask you for a date. What are you doing here?" Desmond asked.

"The last time I checked, you were not the owner of this restaurant. So you don't have the right to ask me why I'm here." She replied.

"I may not be the owner, but this is my table, and I didn't invite you." Desmond countered, and she immediately replied, "Stop talking as if you are not happy I'm here."

Desmond chuckled and shook his head before asking, “How did you even know I would be here?”

“Because you usually come here on Fridays.” She answered and Desmond smirked slightly. “Not always,”...