ISABEL'S POV

“Ms.Isabel, a very good day to you.”

A man’s voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts as he walked up to the table where I sat at the café, my fingers lazily flipping through my phone while I waited for my guest.

I paused and slowly lifted my head, my brows knitting together in confusion.

Ms. Isabel

I looked around over my shoulders first, instinctively checking to see if he had mistaken me for someone else sitting nearby. The café wasn’t crowded, but there were still a few tables occupied, and for a brief second, I honestly thought he had to be addressing someone behind me.

But no.

When I...