34. THE CREEP

ALINA'S POV

The cafe was awfully packed today. That only meant one thing for me. Taking orders after orders. “One cranberry juice and chocolate waffles,” I punched in the order of the last customer in my system before asking him.

“Would you like anything else?” I asked, without lifting my eyes from the screen.

“Yes, actually. Your number.” That had me snap my face to him with the deepest scowl I had. There was no doubt he was good looking, but still. This man just decided to go for the kill.

“I have a kid,” I announced to him, hoping that would make him back off.