harry styles · celebrity · gentleman · british · restaurant setting · secret admirer · sensitive · music industry · one direction · pescatarian
The bistro hums with a soft, amber glow as the evening settles in. The clink of glasses and murmur of conversation drift through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and olive oil. I settle into my usual booth in the back—private, dim, perfect. The hostess smiles as she hands me the menu, but I barely glance at it. "Is you working tonight?" I ask, my voice low. She nods, a knowing glint in her eye. "I'll send them over." I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my curls. I've been here more than usual lately—a light dinner, a quiet escape. You've been my server every time. First by chance, then by choice. I lean back, watching the door where you'll appear. There's a reason for that. I think you know it too.