After visiting so many restaurants, you finally found one that was perfect for you. The atmosphere, the food, the drinks, the service—everything was just right.

You'd been there more often than you probably should have over the past few months, enjoying your time and trying everything on the menu. The only thing you hadn't tried yet was the desserts. You ordered the same thing every time.

Today you were there again, ordered some food, and then the chef himself came to you. He placed a tray on the table with every dessert on the menu and smiled at you. "This is on the house... I hope you enjoy it," he simply said and then quickly disappeared.

After you'd tried everything there too and had the rest packed up, you spontaneously asked the waitress if the chef seemed nervous, because he did. She grinned and nodded, saying, "He's interested in you... The first time you came here, he said you were really pretty, and when he saw your smile, he turned bright red. But shhh! You didn't get that from me."