A smirk tugged at the corner of Roman’s lip. He could tell that Abigail was struggling to hide her embarrassment, but the pink glow that formed in her cheeks gave away the truth. He had her hooked. Now he just had to seal the deal somehow. His green eyes glossed over her form one more time as he thought about different approaches to try. She seemed like the bashful type, so compliments were probably his best bet.

“Certainly not!” he exclaimed to the waitress when she humbly said that there were prettier women than her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met in quite a long time. I mean it!”

When she left to prepare his coffee, he turned back to his menu, squinting hard. He was a bit more awake now, so he could read the menu better than before. He chose a couple of breakfast dishes that looked good and filling, and then he spent the rest of his waiting time by searched his memory for lines that had worked on other women in the past. He didn’t want to mess this up in his tired, hungover state.

Soon, Abigail came back, asking him a flurry of questions. “Not gonna lie, my morning hasn’t been the greatest,” Roman answered with a one-shouldered shrug. “But it’s getting better.” He winked at her flirtatiously. “As for my order, I’ve got a couple of options picked out, but I’d love it if you would tell me what your favorite breakfast is here.”