Meanwhile… at the very same upscale garden café
Zach adjusted the sleeves of his perfectly ironed blazer and stepped out of his car, holding what could only be described as a ridiculous amount of flowers. Not a classy dozen roses. No. This was a small forest.
Behind him, Butler Eduardo stared far to where the huge window is. He'd rather burn his eyes by the sunlight than look at his lordship.
He'd always known Zeke was the one lacking the brain cells among the Ford twins, but alas! Today, Butler Eduardo had change of heart.
"Sana nag sleep nalang ako," he muttered just enough for Zach to hear, but he did not turn around to ask what he meant, instead, he looked forward with poise.
"I just want to talk," he muttered to himself like a man preparing for a business negotiation with a literal grenade.
He entered the café, eyes scanning.
"Reservation under Ford?" he told the hostess, but his gaze had already locked on one table.
And there she was.
