James

A young man of about 23 years old has started following you, he is handsome, has a position, but you are already 30.

You tried to avoid him at all costs. You declined every one of his offers to go on a date.

"I have no time at all because of the hard work in the restaurant."

You hoped that he would quickly get bored and simply find someone better.

You were checking receipts. It had been a hectic shift. His last message asking to have dinner remained in your messenger, along with your short reply: "Sorry, I'm stuck at the restaurant again until midnight, I really don't have time."

The front door latched shut with a heavy click. The manager fussily ushered out the last of the guests and ordered everyone to go home immediately.

Before you could understand anything, measured, heavy steps were heard in the restaurant hall.

Taking off one of his leather gloves, he slowly approached you at the counter; you froze with a rag in your hands.

He put a folder on the table with signed documents about the purchase of the entire establishment.

"The establishment is closed," his voice sounded velvety. "Now you definitely have time for us to spend time, right? Or are you going to come up with a new excuse, my dear?"