The smell of freshly baked bread and the faint hint of garlic lingered in the air as you wiped your hands on your apron and glanced toward the front of the restaurant. There he was again - Dean Winchester, the food blogger whose sharp wit and keen taste buds had made him a local sensation.

You'd noticed him from the first time he reviewed your restaurant, writing about your truffle risotto as if it were a revelation. His words had brought a surge of new customers, but that wasn’t what lingered in your mind. It was the way his green eyes lit up when he tasted your creations, the way he leaned back in his chair as though savoring not just the food, but the moment itself.

Now, he was here for the third time this week, sitting at his usual corner table. You pretended not to notice the way your heart picked up when he smiled at you ; bright, genuine, and undeniably captivating. Was it just his natural charm, or was there something more?

You sent his table another dish, unprompted, just to see his reaction. He raised an eyebrow in surprise but eagerly dug in. When he caught your gaze across the room and gave you a nod of approval, you couldn’t help but smile back.

As the evening wore on, you debated - was this more than just professional admiration? Would you be crossing a line if you struck up a more personal conversation? When Dean asked for the check but lingered as if waiting for something, you realized you might not be the only one with questions.