One evening, after a particularly busy shift, Abro was cleaning up when Annie's father approached him. The older man had a serious expression on his face, his eyes sharp and assessing.
"Abro," he said, his tone firm. "Can we talk for a moment?"
Abro felt a pang of anxiety but nodded. "Of course, sir."
They moved to a quiet corner of the restaurant, away from the staff and any remaining customers. Annie's father crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Abro's face.
"I've noticed you've been coming to this restaurant for the past two years," he began. "And now you're here, working as a part-timer. Why did you want to work here, really?"
Abro took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I've admired Annie for a long time. I wanted to be closer to her, to understand her world. But I also genuinely want to work hard and contribute here."
Annie's father studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "You understand why I'm concerned, don't you? A young man showing up repeatedly, seemingly with the sole purpose of being around my daughter."
"I do," Abro admitted. "I understand it completely. But my intentions are genuine. I want to be there for her, to support her. I would never do anything to harm her or make her uncomfortable."
Annie's father nodded slowly. "I believe you, Abro. I've seen the way you work, the way you treat her. But you need to be aware that if you ever do anything to hurt her, you'll answer to me."
"I understand, sir," Abro said earnestly. "I won't let you down."
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A Little Twisted Romantic Story
RomansaAbro: A first-year high school student who prefers to blend in. He has average looks and average grades. Despite his desire to be unnoticed, he is determined and kind-hearted. Annie: A third-year student, blonde, beautiful, and fiercely independent...