= Chris POV =

  Heather and I exchanged our updated contacts, and I went into the kitchen to see if I could catch Sarah and have a word with her, but all I saw was Hana packing up her workstation. I mean I did come all this way to congratute her, so I might as well.

  I walked over and cpped Hana on the back.

  “Chris! How are you? Longtime no see!” Hana said and gave me a friendly hug.

  “Yeah, it’s been crazy working at the hotel. However, I hear things are getting crazier for you. Jessica told me that you proposed?” I beamed “Congratutions”

  Hanna smiled and csped her hands together. The gesture reminded me of Jessica, which was just so cute; I guess when you spend a lot of time with another person, certain behaviors start to rub off on you.

  “Thank you so much! Jessica and I are hoping to be able to use the event space here, but Ruby is so stubborn, and I can’t seem to catch Heather in time to ask her. Do you think you can put in a good word for me? We can’t afford much, so it would be great if we could have this space for our commitment ceremony” Hana asked.

  “Of course, consider it done. I will speak with Heather, and I’m sure she will be delighted to accommodate your big day.” I smiled.

  Hana and I spoke for a bit, and she gave me a box of new pastries her station had been working on for tomorrow’s menu. Some of the tarts had strawberries, so I grabbed some white chocote from the food storage area to make a white chocote drizzle when I went home.

  I went back to the main area to grab the flowers; however, through the window, I just saw Sarah get into the back of Heather’s car. I could see Amber was already inside, so it wasn’t that it was just Sarah and Heather alone; however, seeing someone else driving Sarah somewhere made my heart feel tight.

  My car was literally a few blocks away. In the blur of the moments, I could have reached out and stopped Sarah. I should have said that I could drive us home, but I was too caught up by Ruby’s obnoxious behavior and let Sarah slip through my grasp.

  Just as I was about to look away and pick up the bag of flowers, Sarah looked back at the café, and our eyes locked for a second. She smiled and as the car pulled away, she made a small wave gesture, and I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was.

  I felt my happiness meter go up a little bit again. I mean, she was going home; all I needed to go was go home too. Did it really matter how she got there? All that mattered was that she would be there, waiting for me.