mance
Adrian's POV
Sunday passed in a haze of obsessive thoughts about her. My mystery woman from the boutique had invaded every corner of my mind, and I couldn't shake the image of her defiant brown eyes or the way she'd dismissed me so effortlessly. I considered showing up at her workplace, but cornering her during business hours seemed like a move that would backfire spectacularly.
Then inspiration struck during lunch at my sister's house. Sophia was regaling me with stories about how Roberto had won her heart back in high school, complete with handwritten notes passed through mutual friends before they'd even been properly introduced.
"He had this friend Marco deliver the most ridiculous pickup lines," Sophia laughed, stirring her pasta sauce. "They were so cheesy I couldn't help but find them charming. That's how I knew he was serious about getting my attention."
Old school romance. Why hadn't I thought of that?
