I felt my heartbeat quicken when he took a step toward me. It was as if time had slowed down, and every movement he made seemed to echo in my ears. As he walked, I could feel my heartbeat getting faster and faster, as if it was trying to keep up with the excitement coursing through my veins. Despite my best efforts, his mesmerizing eyes' impact was so strong that I could not control my heartbeat. It was like a wild stallion, racing ahead without any regard for my attempts to rein it in.

As he approached me, he asked, "Can you please book a table for me?" His voice, so familiar and yet so enthralling, sent shivers down my spine. It was a voice that I had heard countless times before, and yet, in that moment, it sparked a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions within me.

In response, I said, "Sure, why not?". But deep down, my heart was fluttering with excitement and anticipation. There was an unspoken connection between us, a magnetic pull that drew me towards him.

"There is one special request I would like to make, however." His words hung in the air, tinged with a hint of mystery and intrigue. I leaned in, eager to hear what he had to say.

"All right." My voice trembled slightly, betraying the mix of curiosity and nervousness that swirled within me.

"I hope you guys have an isolated table with a scenic view from the window. Please book it as soon as possible." His request painted a vivid picture in my mind, of a table surrounded by breathtaking views, a place where memories could be made and cherished.

"I am sure we have a few tables that match your needs, sir. Are you alone or are you accompanied by someone?" I asked, trying to hide the eagerness in my voice.

"A person will be coming. Please book for two people." His answer sent a jolt of excitement through me. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together in this moment.

"Sure, sir." With a renewed sense of purpose, I began the process of making the reservation, my fingers dancing across the keyboard as I entered the necessary details.

"Would you mind telling me your name, sir?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

He did not say anything and removed his mask. The sight of his face left me momentarily speechless. At first, I was amazed, but then I asked again, "Sir, I need your name. Could you please tell me your name?" I said while emphasizing on the word, "Tell me." A rush of emotions flooded through me as I gazed at his face, so familiar and yet so captivating.

"You don't know me?" he asked in shock. The disbelief in his voice mirrored the disbelief in my own mind.

I smiled and said, "I sure do know you, sir. Who doesn't know you? But I am told when I am at work I have to act as if I don't know anyone, even if I know them more than I know myself." My words were laced with a mixture of admiration and respect.

"Why so?" His question hung in the air, and I took a moment to gather my thoughts.

"It's a rule so that we won't give any special treatment to anyone." I replied, my voice filled with a sense of duty and professionalism.

He nodded and said, "Jeon Jungkook... book the table with this name." His name, uttered with such simplicity, held a weight and significance that I couldn't quite comprehend.

"Sure, sir," I replied with a warm smile, eager to assist him.

With great attention to detail, I carefully filled in all the necessary information. As we made our way to the location, I ensured that it was the most secluded and serene spot, offering a breathtaking view.

As he settled down, he couldn't help but express his satisfaction, acknowledging that the place truly met his needs. "You were right. You really do have a place that matches my requirements," he remarked appreciatively.

"I am glad that you liked the place," I responded, feeling a sense of fulfilment at having provided him with a suitable setting.

In a gesture of mutual respect, I bowed, and he reciprocated before I made my way back to the reception area.

As I patiently waited for other customers to arrive, my gaze was instinctively drawn towards him. Unbeknownst to him, I had intentionally booked a table at the reception that allowed me to gaze upon him throughout the evening.

What he didn't realize was that it wasn't only his needs that matched the place; it was also my own desire. I wanted nothing more than to catch glimpses of him from my vantage point at the reception.

Lost in my thoughts, I was momentarily snapped out of my reverie when a masked individual entered the restaurant. I turned towards the newcomer, only to realise that his voice seemed eerily familiar too.

Approaching me, he inquired, "Can you tell me where Jungkook is sitting?"

For a moment, I found myself speechless, captivated by the uncanny resemblance between the newcomer and someone I knew. He then removed his mask and repeated the question, confirming my suspicion. It was none other than Kim Taehyung.

"No wonder his voice sounded familiar," I muttered to myself, startled by the encounter.

Facing him directly, I replied, "He is sitting over there."

"Thank you," he expressed his gratitude before bowing and making his way towards Jungkook.

Throughout the course of the evening, the two of them engaged in deep conversation, forming a bond that was palpable to those around then. Even after finishing their meal, they both remained engrossed in each other's company while other customers came and went.

The connection between the two of them mirrored the strong bond I had witnessed in videos, leaving me in awe.

An hour passed, and Taehyung returned, his mask back in place. However, Jungkook remained seated, evidently waiting for someone.

Despite the constant flow of customers as night fell, he remained steadfast, unwilling to leave. It was as if he was anticipating someone's arrival.

Another hour went by, and it was time to close the restaurant. The manager approached me, instructing me to inform him of the impending closure.

Initially nervous, I mustered up the courage to approach him, pretending to be calm and composed. "Sir, it's almost time to close. Are you still waiting for someone?" I asked, my heart racing.

As he turned to face me, my heartbeat quickened, but I maintained a composed exterior, determined to be helpful.

"Well, I am waiting for someone," he replied, his tone filled with anticipation.

"Why don't you call him or her?" I suggested, hoping to provide a solution.

"I don't have her number. How about you arrange a bouquet for the person I am waiting for? There is a flower shop nearby. You know I can't just leave like this, or else it will cause a problem," he explained.

Understanding his predicament, I nodded in agreement. "I understand, sir. What type of flowers would she like?"

"I don't know. What type of flowers would you like? As you are a girl too, maybe she might like your choice," he replied, contemplating the best option.

Nodding, I continued, "Well, most girls love red roses."

He paused for a moment, deep in thought. "I know, but she is different from other girls, I guess. Why don't you tell me what flowers you like?"

A feeling of surprise and intrigue washed over me as I looked at him. "Well, I love all flowers, but daisies hold a special place in my heart."

A spark of excitement danced in his eyes as he suggested, "Why don't you ask someone to bring a bouquet of daisies and you sit here and tell me why daisies hold a special place in your heart?"

Caught off guard by his unexpected request, I questioned, "You want me to sit here?"

His smile widened, radiating warmth. "Yeah."

"Okay, I will just tell someone to arrange a bouquet of daisies," I replied, eager to fulfil his wish.

With a nod, I hurriedly made my way to the manager, relaying his request. She promptly assigned another waitress to purchase the bouquet, and I returned to his side.

"The bouquet will be here in a few minutes," I informed his, feeling a sense of anticipation building.

Curiosity and adorableness mingled in his gaze as he asked, "So, are you not going to tell me why daisies have a special place in your heart?"

Glancing at the manager, who silently encouraged me, I took a seat in front of him, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Meeting his eyes, I found myself momentarily speechless.

Leaning closer, he prompted, "Are you going to say something?"

A smile tugged at my lips as I lowered my gaze, feeling the warmth of his smile even without looking at him directly.

Raising my head and focusing on the ceiling, I began, "Well, there are two reasons why daisies hold a special place in my heart. First, they make me feel at ease." My eyes met his as I continued, "Second, and the main reason, is because of my parents. My father used to give my mother daisies every day, and she would smile as if he had brought her something truly luxurious."

"Really?" he interjected; surprise evident in his tone as I nodded in confirmation.

"Do you know the reason why he gave your mother daisies?" he inquired, curiosity glimmering in his eyes.

Shaking my head, I replied, "No, I never knew the reason."

A brief pause hung in the air before he asked, "Does he still give your mother daisies every day?"

Caught off guard by the question, I hesitated for a moment, meeting hid gaze. "If they were still alive, I am sure my father would continue to give her daisies every day."

His expression reflected shock at my response, but I couldn't help but smile, reminiscing about my parents. "Weren't they adorable?" I remarked.

Agreeing with a nod, he acknowledged their sweetness.

To hide the tears welling up in my eyes, I shifted my gaze to the window, feigning interest in the outside world.

Observing my reaction, he spoke softly, "So, you love daisies because they remind you of your parents."

Meeting his gaze once again, I replied, "Yeah... maybe. Or maybe it's genetic."

A shared smile blossomed between us, a silent understanding passing between our souls.

Suddenly, a warm breeze swept through the room, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers. My heart skipped a beat as I turned my head to see another waitress gracefully approaching our table, holding a stunning bouquet in her hands.

"Sir, here is a bouquet," she said, her voice filled with a gentle kindness.

I watched in awe as he graciously accepted the beautiful arrangement, his eyes never once leaving mine.

"Well, I will just take the bouquet with me," you said, your voice filled with a hint of concern.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I replied, "Okay," my voice filled with a mixture of excitement but sadness at the same.

With the bouquet in your hands, you gracefully made your way towards the exit, leaving behind a trail of enchantment in your wake. As the door closed softly behind you, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, knowing that our time together has come to an end.

I quickly gathered my belongings and made my way outside, ready to head home. However, before I could even take a single step into the outside world, my breath caught in my throat as I saw you standing there, waiting... for me?

TO BE CONTINUED