"At first, I noticed you every lunch. You eat a lot of fast food, lady," Oathran said fondly, recounting a story he had turned over in his mind many times. His eyes fixed on her, mockingly glared with a gentle, teasing glint.
"I don't know where you worked. Perhaps it was nearby. But every time the workers heard your voice through the drive-through mic—" his lips twitched, "—they would cough to signal the other workers. Then everyone would shuffle into position, trying to steal a glance at you through the window."
"Huh?" Cecilia's eyes widened.
W-why?
What had she done? Did she do something weird every time she ordered? Something embarrassing? Had AU!Cecilia was some kind of strange spectacle, a woman who drew stares?
"I was always at the grill, so I didn't know what the commotion was about." Oathran shrugged, clearly amused. "Until one day, we were short-staffed. I had to be the one who handed over your order myself."
His pale eyes met hers, and the warmth in them deepened.
