Knew It

"I knew it." Luca's voice carried a teasing lilt as he stepped out of the kitchen onto the empty restaurant floor. His grin was as confident as ever, his hands casually wiping down a spotless towel. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my good looks and would come back to see me again so soon."

Serena shook her head, her lips curving into a faint smirk as she crossed her arms. "If people came here for your looks, you'd be out of business, Chef Luca," she retorted with playful sharpness. "I came here to eat, not to admire."