"The fire's too intense, and I can't seem to put it out," Oliver's voice carried a hint of frustration mixed with a playful undertone.
Josefina smirked, "Oliver, have you gone mad?"
"Josie, it's you who's driving me crazy."
As Oliver leaned in, Josefina took a step back, "Oliver, you really need a shower—you smell like you've run a marathon."
Oliver chuckled and stepped back, "Why don't you grab a bite? I'll freshen up real quick."
Josefina nodded, and they both made their way out.
...
When Josefina returned to the dining room, she was greeted by a table overflowing with food, like a grand brunch buffet.
"Josie, I asked the chef to whip up some breakfast. He's really pulled out all the stops. You're such a rare guest, he wanted to make sure you left impressed."
Josefina was taken aback.
Seriously? All this effort?
"Why would your chef go to such lengths?"
"He's hoping his cooking will keep you coming back for more."
Josefina was speechless.
Is everyone just itching for Oliver to tie the knot?
Oliver chimed in warmly, "This place could use a woman's touch."
Josefina stayed quiet and dug into her meal.

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