It had been a month since Noran and I started secretly dating.
The only one who knew about our relationship was Karlene.
She crossed her arms and frowned as she watched Noran wiping the café tables with his sleeves rolled up.
"I still can't believe you're dating Noran Kingston," she said, still suspecting that the handsome man working diligently before her was an impostor I had brought home.
I put down the café's account records and giggled. "I can't believe I'm dating my idol either. I always wonder if this is all a dream…"
"I know, right? You've been his fan for so long and listen to his music every day. You even have a big poster of him pasted on the wall in your roo—uhm!"
I immediately covered Karlene's mouth with my hand to stop her from saying more. "Shh! He mustn't know!"
With the café playing his music and the Noran cookies we sold here, everyone knew I was a fan of Noran.
