Don't even

Serena laughed at Luca's expression as he tried for the nth time to perfect the sweet balls.

She had been here for three days now, and instead of exploring the city like a typical tourist, she found herself coming back here—to eat. After that first night, when he had served the most unforgettable dish, everything the poor chef had tried since just couldn't measure up.

Luca had taken it as a personal challenge. He'd started sending her all sorts of pictures and videos, asking what she might want to eat next. As a result, she now eagerly anticipated every meal he prepared. And while everything he made was undeniably delicious and worthy of an international chef, there was still something missing—something she couldn't quite put into words. So, here she was, watching him try and make whatever caught her fancy.