Camille's POV

No. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Caesar Salvatore was standing at the bar, staring right at me.

What the hell was he doing here? At my job?

For a second, I considered pretending he wasn't looking at me. But he was persistent. His eyes followed me wherever I moved, making it obvious he'd come because of me. It was better to find out what he wanted before people started noticing.

"Are you planning to order something, or are you just going to keep staring at me?" I