By the time Ava returned to wiping tables, the café was buzzing. Marcy, the other morning barista, leaned over.
"Do you know who that was?" Marcy whispered, eyes wide.
"No. Should I?" Ava asked.
"That's Dominic Chase. Chase Enterprises. He's worth, like, billions. Owns half the skyline."
Ava snorted. "People like that don't notice people like me."
But she couldn't shake the image of his eyes locking with hers.
All morning, between cappuccinos and croissants, she caught herself glancing at the door, half-expecting him to return.