I was sitting in my regular table, while I waited for the food to arrive. I saw the others commenting on the food. I quickly ate my dinner and sped off.

What was this feeling anyway?

Jealousy? How? I know I like him but.. this much?

I was frustrated when I went back home. I fell asleep while thinking.

I cannot let these little things affect me.

~2 months time skip

I sighed while walking towards a certain door. I could see my breath because of the cold weather.

As soon as I walked in I felt a certain warmth. Like home. I've missed this place or rather the person who owns this place.

I walked towards the nearest table to the kitchen. The waiter recognized me and slightly bowed while welcoming me.

"I'll have the rustic root vegetables, please add some extra parmesan cheese"

"sure miss"

He got me the food and it didn't smell overwhelming at all. It looked ok. I took a bite and weirdly it didn't blow my senses away.

I finished eating the dish. What was up with Chef? He lost the magic? Or is it just a bad day?
It wasn't thaaat bad but I'm used to some top class gourmet food.

After I gave the waiter his tip, I asked him.

"May I talk to the Chef?"

He simply nodded and left. After a few minutes I saw a an old man walk towards me. The man wasn't really old, in his fifties I assumed.

But where was he?

"yes madame, is there a problem?"

"umm.. I'm sorry to disturb you but.. umm can I know where's the head chef?"

"Pardon me miss?"

"Chef.. Ibusaki.."

The waiter interrupted.

"Madame.. He is travelling overseas"

Damn that one.

"uhh can I have his number, email, anything?"

Crap I was sounding desperate.

"Yes ma'am"

He gave me a card with his number and email on it.

"Thank you all for you time, goodnight" I bowed cause I owed them.

I rushed to the car and dialed his number. No answer. I kept dialing it over and over again but still I had no answer. I reached home and dialed it once again. Not reachable.

This was ultimate desperation. I had to stop and I did.

The next day, Martin asked me to accompany to him for a business trip to London which was a two week long journey.

Perfect. I can have some time to myself and try to get over the guy with hair for eyes.

But damn that smirk of his. I couldn't even check other guys out anymore. He couldn't be compared to any guy. That classy Michelin Star Chef. This has to stop. I barely know him.

Maybe I'm just crushing on him.

I gladly accepted and got home to pack.

He picked me from my apartment and we reached the airport in no time.

We were done with all the customs and Martin had got the seat in front of me. Luckily I had a window seat with no one next to me.

I sipped on the concentrated orange juice while reading a magazine.

The flight was almost ready for take off so I fasten the seat belt and the air hostess was next to me out of nowhere.

"I'm sorry to disturb you ma'am but we have a passenger on board because of last minute emergencies can they please be seated here?"

I sighed and nodded while mouthing a yes. I looked towards the window. I was leaving tokyo after a very long time.

We took off and I instantly fell asleep. I woke up to the streaks of the sun peeping from a small part of the window that was left uncovered.

The person next to me closed it?

I look from the corner of my eye to see a guy. He was wearing a white shirt and blue jeans with sneakers.

I turned to get a better view because he was stationary, probably sleeping.

Almost choking on my own saliva, I covered my mouth from making any noises.

It was Ibusaki.

The guy who I couldn't get off my mind. Is sitting next to me, sleeping like a peaceful angel.

Secretly I was glad he was next to me.
After I was done admiring his features I called for the air hostess.

"I need an extra blanket"

She nodded and passed me one.

After she left I spread it out and put it over him. He slightly nodded his head and sighed.

I missed him I guess.