“We would like to order some food,” I hear the blue-eyed man say. His voice sends shivers down my spine, but for some reason, it’s not out of fear. I don’t recognize this foreign emotion within me, but it scares me.

“You can take a seat, sir,” Elsa tells him warmly. “I’ll send a server to your table. Sophia!”

Resigning myself to my fate, I pick up a notepad and make my way over to the table. When all eyes turn toward me, it takes a lot of self-control not to turn on my heel ...