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“I have heard so much about your café; this is truly lovely,” the customer complimented, flashing Jack a warm, lively smile before turning to leave. The door chimed shut behind her with a soft ring.

I shot an annoyed glare at Jack, who immediately held up his hands defensively. “I didn't do anything!”

Of course he didn't. He didn't have to lift a single finger. With his looks, women practically threw themselves at him.

Thankfully, this customer was far more polite with her flirting, unlike the lady yesterday who practically begged him for a hug.

He refused, and she begged harder.

Her behavior was bordering on harassment, so I...