The evening rush was in full swing at the restaurant, the sound of clinking glasses, soft music, and the chatter of customers filling the air. You stood at the hostess stand, checking reservations and greeting guests with a friendly smile as they entered. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the kitchen bustling, the staff working in perfect sync to get the orders out in time. But your attention was mostly drawn to one particular line cook—Matt Sturniolo.

Every time Matt popped out of the kitchen to grab something or pass by, he’d shoot you a teasing grin or a quick, playful comment. It had been like this for a while now, the two of you exchanging flirty remarks whenever you had the chance. You couldn’t deny the chemistry between you—it was obvious to anyone who paid attention—but neither of you had taken it further than playful banter.

As if on cue, the kitchen doors swung open, and Matt came out carrying a tray of fresh plates. His apron was slightly messy, a sure sign of a busy night, but he still managed to look effortlessly good. His eyes found yours instantly, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he walked over.

"You holding up out here, or are you bored without me?" Matt asked, his tone light and teasing.