Riley’s pov

Carl was standing in front of me, smiling, looking at me like I was the best thing he had seen all day. “Riana.” He raised a brow. “What are you doing here?”

I blinked, still holding the tray is almost dropped. “Working, what are you doing here?” The last thing I want is to bump into anyone I know right now.

“Getting food with the guys.” He gestured behind him, a group of guys crowded around a booth, laughing at something on someone’s phone. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“First day,” I said, straightening my apron.

“First day?” His brows shot up. “And you’re already bumping into...