But suddenly… Isabella froze.
A chill ran down her spine like cold water, and her fingers paused mid-lift from the coffee cup. She didn't even have to turn around to know, she could feel it.
Someone was standing behind her.
She slowly bit her lower lip and turned her head with the most awkward, guilty smile curling at the edge of her lips.
There he was.
Leonardo.
Towering behind her in a tailored brown suit that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his white shirt crisp beneath the collar. His dark hair was neatly styled, not a strand out of place. But it was his face that made her forget how to breathe…sharp, chiseled, and as breathtaking as it was unreadable.
And those infamous grey eyes They were locked on her.
Dangerous. Sharp. Focused.
And definitely hearing everything.
So awkward…
"…Good morning?" Isabella squeaked, suddenly feeling very, very small in her pink dress.
