A One Night Stand With My Boss

Driving along the coastal road, Camila gazed out the window, her eyes reflecting the shimmering sea.

Just as she excitedly turned to look at Connor, she noticed his hands trembling slightly, gripping the steering wheel tightly as if suppressing some intense emotion, his complexion also turning pale.

"Are you alright?" Camila, sensing Connor's discomfort, asked worriedly.

Connor shook his head, trying to muster a smile, "It's nothing, just remembering some things from the past." His voice was deep and hoarse.

He didn't continue, but Camila could feel the heaviness and suppression emanating from him.

They soon reached the entrance to the village. "Parking here would be best," Camila pointed to the roadside.

Connor slowed down, looking around the environment, and asked, "Are we here?"

Camila shook her head, "Your car is too flashy. The neighbors might talk if they see it."

Connor nodded slightly, "Alright, I'll listen to you." He responded gently and parked the car exactly where Camila had indicated. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Camila unbuckled her seatbelt and said to him, "Mr. Connor, wait for me a moment."

Connor nodded.

Camila then jogged back to the diner. "Mom, cook a bowl of ravioli, and pack two boxes of ravioli for me, please," she said as she entered the shop.

Claire was busy. Hearing her daughter's voice, she looked up with a warm smile. She quickly cooked the ravioli as Camila had requested and packed two portions, curiously asking, "What do you need these for?"

Camila took the ravioli, explaining with a smile, "A colleague gave me a ride back, and I thought I'd thank him with these."

Claire responded, "You should have invited your colleague here."

"Parking here is tricky," Camila chuckled.

"That's true," Claire quickly cooked up the ravioli and packed it.

Camila walked briskly out of the shop. Back in the car, she handed the ravioli to Connor, saying with a smile, "Mr. Connor, the ravioli you liked last time."

Connor raised an eyebrow as he took them.

"Eat them while they're hot," Camila handed over the other two boxes, "You can take these home to share with your family."

"Sure." Connor, looking at the ravioli in his hands, smiled.

Camila handed him a fork, which he took and tasted a delicious ravioli.

"Delicious," Connor nodded.

Camila, smiling, watched him eat.

Soon, the bowl was empty, and Connor packed the empty bowl into a bag, wiping his mouth.

Camila took the bag he had set aside, reminding him, "Drive safely."

Connor looked at her, a tender smile flickering in his eyes, and nodded gently.

***

During the holiday.

Camila was helping out at the diner. That day, Craig and John arrived at the shop.

"Ma’am," John greeted politely, handing over some carefully selected supplements, with a gentle smile on his face.

Claire smiled back, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but there are too many supplements at home that we can't finish. Take these back, and I'll cook something for you."

Camila looked at John, feeling somewhat helpless. She didn't want John to invest too much in her, knowing that nothing could happen between them, but facing his warmth and politeness, she found it hard to send him away directly.

Camila smiled and said, "Craig, please take care of Mr. John, I need to get back to work."

Craig knew Camila wasn't interested in his younger friend, but since John insisted on coming, Craig had no choice but to accompany him.