And your number to go with it.

As a new cafe owner, it was utterly hard to find people to hire. Ashley have tried asking few of her friends for help but they were busy.

It was already 11 pm by now. She was cleaning up the cafe, wiping the tables and pushing in the chairs.

Unknown of the fact that someone was watching her from outside.

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Dylan decided to go out for a stroll. Sometimes being a mafia was to hard for him. Despite knowing what he is capable of, others still wouldn't back off.

With a sigh, he pulled up his mask and put on his sunglasses even though it was night time before getting on his car. The situation for him as of now was quite peaceful, ever since he shot the boss of his rival gang.

Driving on the almost quiet road, his eyes scanned the area looking for somewhere to chill at.

It was quite a once in a lifetime or we can say once in a blue moon chance for him to be able to go out his house peacefully without ant guards.

While scanning the area his eyes caught a small cafe along side the river. It was close to the park. He watched the lady clean up the cafe, then going to the counter to count the money. Quickly getting out of his car, he crossed the road to the cafe and pushed the door of the cafe. The bell at the door gave a loud 'ting', indicating someone has entered the cafe.

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Ashley shot her head up at the entrance door of the cafe, seeing a man entering the cafe. The man was wearing black tshirt under black leather jacket paired with black pants. He had a cap on hiding his black hair and mask and sunglasses covering his face.

"Apologies, sir. But the cafe is closed it will open tomorrow at 8 am." she said confused at the sudden appearance of the man.

His eyes glanced up to the menu, searching for a cold beverage to soothe his throat, catching one he looked back at her.

"One Caramel Macchiato", he said taking out his wallet, ready to pay.

She just sighed, keying in the order, just as she was about to ask if he wanted anything else, he interrupted her.

"And your number to go with that"

She looked up at him abruptly, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry?", she asked in disbelief.

What high level confidence made this man so bold.

"One Caramel Macchiato and your number to go with it", he repeated his order taking his mask and glasses down, revealing his face.

She was almost stunned by how good he looked.

"One Caramel Macchiato coming", she muttered slowly walking to the kitchen to make it.

Meanwhile, Dylan took a seat at the nearest table to the counter. With his mask back on, he watched her blending all the ingredients together from behind. An unknown smile formed on his lips, why was he so attracted to her, someone he just saw a few minutes ago? Maybe it was her vibe? He wasn't sure.

He got out his trance when he heard her footsteps coming nearer to him. She placed the cup in front of him, standing in front of the table.

"Please finish it as soon as possible because I was supposed to close down the cafe 40 minutes ago." she gave him a bitter smile before going back to the counter.

Dylan gave a slight chuckle before sipping on his macchiato, watching the night view outside through the glass window.

The next day

"Jake, bring more people to this cafe down the street. Ask your friends or family members, just go there." he spoke to the phone.

Ending the phone call, he massaged his forhead. His rival gang was being awfully quiet and it was stressing him out. Thinking about the ways to relieve his stress, the image of her being frustrated appeared in his mind.

"I'll go there again, tonight." he mumbled, pulling out his phone to search for Jake's number again.

"Get me some cupcakes by 7 pm." he cut the call hearing 'yes boss' from the other side of the phone.

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Hey there, if you are reading this novel I would thank you so much for that. Its my first time writing the novel so I don't if there is something similar to this written by other authors. If there is please tell me I will take down my novel.

Thank you.

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