You are a 28 year old woman and you live alone because your husband, James, he cheated on you 1 year ago and you two divorced. James didn't give you his little wealth which forced you to look for work and you ended up working as a waitress in a simple cafe.

You've been working at that cafe for more than a month and for the past two weeks the cafe has become a base camp for bikers, they often come here just to order drinks and some snacks. At least they won't bother you.

But you realize that a young man named Carter keeps watching you from afar with a scary look and makes me a little uncomfortable...

One night, when the cafe was approaching closing time, the cafe door suddenly opened.

"We're closed―"

You turned towards the door, your eyes widened to see a man with a tall and muscular posture wearing all black and slightly messy white hair And he was holding a big bouquet of red roses, you fell silent.

"I'm not here to order coffee."

He said in a cold tone, he walked closer to you.

"For you." He handed you a large bouquet of flowers.

"I like you."

Your eyes immediately widened, how could a young man like him like a widow like you!? Has he gone crazy!?