The Mafia lord's secret
(The Café Encounter)
Alexander walked into the café, his eyes scanning the room for Greta. He spotted her behind the counter, her black hair tied up in a ponytail, her green eyes sparkling as she laughed with a customer. He felt a pang in his chest, a sensation he hadn't experienced in a long time.
As he waited in line, Alexander couldn't help but notice the way Greta moved with ease, her hands moving quickly as she expertly juggled multiple orders. She was a natural people person, and her warmth drew customers in like a magnet.
When it was his turn to order, Alexander smiled at Greta, who greeted him with a friendly smile. "What can I get you?" she asked, her voice husky and pleasant.
"Just a coffee, please," Alexander replied, his eyes locking onto hers. "Black, no sugar."
Greta nodded and began to prepare his drink. As she worked, Alexander couldn't help but notice the way her eyes seemed to cloud over, as if she was lost in thought. He wondered what was on her mind, what secrets she might be hiding.
As he waited for his coffee, Alexander took a seat at the bar, observing Greta as she worked. She was efficient and friendly, but there was a sense of sadness about her, a feeling that she was hiding behind a mask.
When Greta handed him his coffee, Alexander smiled and thanked her. "You're very welcome," she replied, her smile faltering for a moment before she recovered.
As he sipped his coffee, Alexander couldn't help but feel drawn to Greta. There was something about her that intrigued him, something that made him want to know more.
"So, Greta," Alexander said, his voice low and smooth. "Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"
Greta's eyes widened slightly, and she hesitated before answering. "I like to read, I guess," she said, her voice uncertain. "And I love spending time with my mom, Rachel. She's the one who raised me."
Alexander's ears perked up at the mention of Rachel. He knew a little about Greta's background, but he wanted to know more. "Rachel, huh?" he said, his voice casual. "She sounds like a great person."
Greta smiled, her eyes lighting up. "She is," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I'm really lucky to have her in my life."
As they chatted, Alexander found himself feeling more and more drawn to Greta. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on, something that made him want to protect her, to keep her safe.
But as he looked into her eyes, Alexander saw something there that gave him pause. A flicker of fear, a hint of uncertainty. It was as if Greta was hiding something, something big.
"Greta," Alexander said, his voice low and serious. "Can I ask you something?"
Greta's eyes locked onto his, her expression cautious. "What is it?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
"Do you ever feel like you're in danger?" Alexander asked, his eyes searching hers. "Like someone's watching you, or following you?"
Greta's eyes widened, and for a moment, Alexander thought he saw a flash of fear. But then, her expression smoothed out, and she shook her head. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I don't feel like I'm in danger. Why would you ask that?"
Alexander smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just wondering," he said, his voice casual. "You seem like a nice person, and I want to make sure you're okay."
Greta smiled back, her eyes sparkling. "I'm fine, thanks," she said, her voice light. "But thanks for asking."
As Alexander finished his coffee and left the café, he couldn't shake the feeling that Greta was hiding something. He wondered what secrets she might be keeping, and whether he would be able to uncover them.
Meanwhile, Greta watched Alexander leave, her heart racing. She had felt a spark of attraction when he walked in, and she couldn't deny the way he made her feel. But she was also wary, sensing that there was more to Alexander than met the eye.
As she cleaned up the café, Greta's mind wandered back to her past. She still had no memory of her life before Rachel, and she often wondered what her life would have been like if she had never met her adoptive mother.
But as she thought about Alexander, Greta felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she would finally uncover the truth about her past, and find the answers she had been searching for.