<p>As he entered in the restaurant was a vision of luxury, tucked away in the heart of Tuscany, where sophistication met artistry in perfect harmony. The walls were adorned with priceless paintings, each one more captivating than the last, telling stories of rich history and vivid landscapes. The soft, ambient lighting from crystal chandeliers above cast a warm, golden hue over the pristine white interiors, giving the space an almost ethereal feel. Glass-like figurines, delicate and shimmering, were placed carefully on the tables and shelves, catching the light and adding a touch of modern elegance to the classical surroundings.</p> <p>The atmosphere was hushed, filled with the low murmur of voices and the clink of fine glassware. The tables were set with immaculate precision, each one draped in crisp white linens, the silverware gleaming under the soft glow of the chandeliers. The air was a perfect blend of rich aromas from gourmet dishes and the subtle fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a sense of indulgence that seemed to envelop every guest.</p> <p>A waiter approached with a tray of drinks, offering a selection of the finest Tuscan wines. His movements were graceful, almost fluid, as he made his way around the room. When he reached Sean’s table, he presented the wine with a respectful nod.</p> <p>“May I offer you a drink, sir?” the waiter asked, his voice soft but attentive.</p> <p>Sean glanced up from the menu, his piercing emerald eyes meeting the waiter’s. “A glass of your finest Chianti,” he replied, his tone calm but carrying an air of authority that seemed to match the elegance of the surroundings.</p> <p>Afternoon felt like a rare escape from the constant pressure of business deals and meetings that filled Sean’s days. Though the restaurant was busy, with well-dressed professionals talking in hushed tones, a group in the corner caught his attention. Their laughter was loud and carefree, breaking the usual calm of the place. Among them, one woman stood out—her beauty striking as she smiled brightly and captured the moment with her camera, her joy a sharp contrast to the polished elegance of the surroundings.</p> <p>As Sean watched, a waiter approached with a dish of clams, placing it in front of him. “Thank you for waiting, sir,” the waiter said with a polite nod.</p> <p>Sean gave a small smile, his thoughts momentarily drifting from his work. He didn’t know it yet, but this quiet afternoon was about to shift in the most unexpected way. He hadn’t noticed how long he had been staring at the woman across the room until he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. It was almost laughable. He’d always thought that love at first sight was something only women experienced, but now, here he was, feeling it in the most unexpected way.</p> <p>Just as he was trying to shake off the feeling, his business partner and friend, Calen, arrived, holding a folder of papers. He dropped it onto the table with a loud thud, clearly trying to grab Sean’s attention.</p> <p>&quot;Seriously? Here of all places?&quot; Sean muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.</p> <p>“Am I really falling for her?” Sean whispered to himself.</p> <p>Calen raised an eyebrow, still frowning. “Why don’t you go over and talk to her?”</p> <p>Sean shook his head, still distracted, then motioned toward the waiter who was passing by. “Can you give that order to the woman sitting over there?” he asked.</p> <p>Calen, now irritated, snapped, “What the hell? Is that order for her? Why are you giving it to her? Wait a second!”</p> <p>Sean smirked, “You can deal with it, Calen,” he said, still watching the woman across the room.</p>