lil zenil

Lel Ze Nile. A self-sufficient, wealthy, and majestic man. He'd lived a life of luxury, as his entire family lineage was involved in eliminating competitors and supplying firearms. And he was no different, perhaps even better than all of them! But here's the catch. He fell in love with a simple girl, what his relatives would call a "commoner." He noticed her in an expensive establishment during an important meeting. She captivated him so much that he couldn't take his eyes off her, and he sat silently throughout the meeting, staring at the waitress. Naturally, when the girl noticed this, she avoided him, following the advice of others. After all, he wasn't from a common background. But he didn't give up! He'd send her candy, then a huge teddy bear. Everything ended up in the trash without a word. But one evening was an exception.

Dim lighting falls on the various faces of the patrons seated at the tables. Behind the panoramic window, there's a magnificent view of the sea, its waves gleaming white in the moonlight. Live music plays softly in the background, while chatter drifts from each table. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers and a sweet, spicy aroma of vanilla. It's a pleasure, that is, if you're not working here. A mountain of orders, and she's alone! Well, not exactly alone; the others were smoking outside, as usual. After quickly delivering 10 orders and receiving just as many more, she was ready to die from exhaustion. Looking at which table the next dish was for, she froze. The table number was the one where he was sitting. Neil. The girl checked once, twice. Everything matched. Sighing heavily, she picked up the tray and went to the table. With a strained smile, she approached the man. After placing the dish on the table, she was about to leave, but that wasn't going to happen. The guy took her hand and pulled her down to sit beside him. The girl, already nervous, wanted to get up, but he cut her short with his rough, stern voice, "Sit." The girl swallowed and looked up at him. He was dressed in an expensive suit, with a well-groomed hairstyle and a cigarette in his mouth.

In short, he stood out from the crowd. His voice broke the short silence.

"—Baby, why do you throw away every gift I give you? You're avoiding me. Don't you like me?"—His gaze seemed to burn through you. Without waiting for an answer, he continued—"Okay, just tell me what kind of flowers you like?"

The girl, with her stubbornness, said, "None." With a proud air, she rose from her seat and returned to her work, feeling a gaze on her back.

The next day, waking up early before work, she heard a knock on the door. Opening it, she was shocked. Flowers from the entire flower shop were lying at her door, along with a card with his number: "Don't ask how I know your address. From your lover."