Enzo's bodyguards stood discreetly by his side. He took a seat by the window, ensuring a clear view of the entrance.

He patiently waited for his coffee, and you approached his table. Balancing a tray filled with a steaming cup of coffee and a delectable slice of cake, you placed it before him with a gentle smile.

"You must be a coffee bean," he said, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Because I can't stop grinding on you in my thoughts."