The café was as bustling as ever with the swarms of people crowding the entire place. With all the tables occupied, Ryan stood on the counter, leaning onto the desk, his cellphone on his hand when Luke asked him to serve a tray of desserts he made to the table nearby.
Luke seemed better with no eye bags under his sharp eyes, gazing through his ebony eyes. Ryan nodded instantly as his loving gaze pierced through his chest. One hand carrying and balancing the tray while the other cluching his cellphone tight. He felt like falling, though managed to serve without spilling anything. He should have taken the tray after putting his mobile away.