Evie couldn't shake the nagging hunch that Gabriel might somehow be related to her. He shared her distinctive cherry pink hair, her amber eyes, and now, even her exact allergy to pork. The sheer number of coincidences felt bizarre, but in the end, she forced herself to dismiss the feeling. After all, she had read countless stories online about people crossing paths with uncanny doppelgangers from completely different families. Surely, this was no different.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am," the head chef said, his tone gentle and apologetic.
"Don't worry about it. I'll just try your chilled summer noodle salad the next time I visit," Evie replied reassuringly.
Gabriel chimed in with a grin, "Same here!"
The chef offered a grateful smile and a polite nod. After settling the bill, Evie stepped out of the restaurant with Gabriel trailing beside her.
Just as they hit the sidewalk, her phone buzzed with a new message from Anonymous Jack.
