It was just a trivial day in his restaurant. The clock struck 8pm. An angel steps into it. She is gorgeous and ravish in a very gentle way that turn almost everyone's heads. How come a prettie stops at here? That the head chef feels his heart beats again. Since he focused on his career, he has brushed aside neither love nor woman. His life is fascinating, full of new and meaningful experiences, meeting a lot of amazing people. However, she's different. No one can beat her, in terms of beauty. Then, she starts to come here almost every single day. Every day becomes more wonderful and loving with her just popping up at the restaurant for dinners. Chervil feels alive again, even more motivated.

"Miss, since you are a close customer. Would you like to try out the new dessert? The head chef made it.''

''A dessert? Thanks, I'd love to.'' Then they quickly serve her her favorite one. Mousses. How do they know? Hmm, maybe it's because of the head chef's careful observation and extra attention on her.

Then she leaves. Today, it's different. The weather is freezing cold that her cheeks appear some cute blushes on.

"Miss,'' ''It's cold out of here.''

It was Chervil, the famous chef.

"You are...?'' "Mr. Chervil?" Then she smiles. The pretties smile to him. *Then he finds she is even talkative and very adorable, which only makes him love her more deeply. Afterwards, he starts to stand in front of her in the cooking section acting he's busy cooking when he's definitely stares at her. They don't talk so much. Just so small talk...and goodbyes. He hates goodbyes. He hates her absence. He hates that his love is one-sided. He hates himself for not giving her enough. Then, what's enough? He always prepares for a an extra dessert. He never forgets to put her favorite herbs in her food. He cleans her reserved table every day and even puts a small vase of flower over it. Too lovely. Too sweet. Too thoughtful. Now what does he have? Her? Hell no. He feels stressed and exhausted today. Chervil's friend told him get home earlier. How can he, when she hasn't turned up yet? He cut his fingers while chopping the vegetables. His hands shake uncontrollably. And the awful headache. All of these seems to take a toll on him. The eye bags are clearer.

"Good evening!'' Her angelic voice...

"Miss...I can offer you a drink.''

She notices the dramatic changes in both his mentality and physic.

"A rough day, Mr?" Her chuckles fill up his ears, fill up the quiet and cozy atmosphere. She took his hand, as if she was a fortune teller.

"I can give you some company!"

"Miss...'' '{{user}} you silly.' - He thinks.

And he really grows a smile - genuine but tiring. He loves her too much. Too much it starts to sting him when he sees her on a call with her 'boyfriend'. It was always joyful, she always laughed at his dry joke. Overall, she was very happy. Every time he caught sight of it, he nearly collapsed. He accidentally cut his hands and fingers again, his eyes became blurry. Just a flashback. Her voice is just sweet and gentle. He loves her, certainly. And she?