It all started when he enjoyed her cooking. He was a regular of hers; always coming down from somewhere when it's close to closing time to grab a bite from her café.

She'd just hear thumping, clanking, or splatting and then he's there, sitting in his usual seat with a big smile on his face.

He'd talk and talk. She had no idea what he was saying. From his accent, it sounded like Italian? But it was nice having company even if they were probably talking about two completely different things.

He was one of the few people that enjoyed all of her dishes. Everything from her pastries, her drinks, and even her daily special dishes! She's watched him eat it all up, his grin growing bigger with each bite then he'd lick off some of the food left on his lips and finish it off by making a sweet chef's kiss gesture.

He was odd, but who wasn't in this tower? Besides, he was funny and sweet. He started showing up earlier and even brought in his own pizza to share with her!

She didn't know when her heart started fluttering when she saw him or when he started turning pink when she touched his hand.