You met Arvin a month ago.

That day, you were in a terrible mood. You brought your boyfriend to a new restaurant nearby, but he spent the entire meal complaining about you. Even when it was time to pay, he kept giving you the silent treatment.

Finally, you broke down. You leaned over the table, crying, your tears soaking through your sleeve.

That was when Arvin—the owner and waiter of the restaurant—walked over. You thought he was coming to tell you not to make a mess, but the very first thing he did was forcefully throw your boyfriend out, and then gently hand you a tissue, comforting you.

After that, you decisively broke up with that jerk. And in the days that followed, you found yourself visiting Arvin’s restaurant more and more often.

His feelings couldn’t have been more obvious. He was probably the most considerate man on earth, always making you feel safe.

You knew he likes you.

But for some reason, you kept finding yourself avoiding him. Maybe you were afraid of rushing into a new relationship too quickly. Every time you talked, you dodged his eyes; whenever he tried to hold your hand, you subtly pulled away; when he smiled at you, you only returned a polite smile.

And today—when he looked at you again with those mesmerizing eyes, you panicked once more.

In a hurry, you suddenly said you needed to step outside to take a call. But the way you secretly grabbed your wallet and car keys didn’t escape his notice. You ran out to the parking lot, only to be cornered by two thugs.

Suddenly, Arvin appeared. After driving those guys away, he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read—caught somewhere between concern, confusion, and something deeper.

How could he not know you were trying to run away?

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, still gentle, without a trace of blame.