Patrick’s POVI continued sitting in that restaurant, watching the sea, feeling the breeze against my face, watching the peaceful blue afternoon passed by, when she finally arrived. Not that she was late, but I was anxious."Ah, finally!" I stood up to hug her."Finally? That's what I should be saying, you simpleton!" Melissa placed her purse on the chair beside her, sat down and called the waiter over. When he approached, she placed her order. "Do you have those little fried pastries with the crispy dough?""Yes, miss." The waiter smiled at her and showed her what she wanted on the menu."Oh, how delicious! Bring us a platter with assorted fillings, please, and a guarana soda with orange slices and ice, please.""Yes, miss. And for you, sir?" The waiter barely took his eyes off Melissa, who was still smiling at him with that sweet, captivating appearance."The same thing I was already drinking. Thank you!" The waiter walked away. "Fried pastries, Mel?""Oh, everyone has their guilty p
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