Two days later, Rena was engaged in her part-time stint at the restaurant as usual.

Unexpectedly that night, Waylen made an appearance.

Clad in a dashing dark blue shirt, complemented by charcoal suit pants and a sleek black trench coat, he exuded an air of maturity and undeniable handsomeness.

He arrived unaccompanied, occupying a seat and ordering some food, yet barely touching his meal. Leaning back against the chair, he leisurely absorbed the enchanting melodies produced by Rena's skillful fingers dancing across the piano keys.

Perplexed by his sudden visit, Rena had no choice but to feign indifference and carry on with her performance, purposefully ignoring his presence.

As the clock struck ten, signaling the end of the bustling evening at the restaurant, the doors closed and a sense of tranquility descended upon the establishment.

Rena, on the verge of completing her shift, prepared to bid farewell to her workplace.

As she made her way towards the exit, she couldn't help but notice the absence of Waylen from his usual seat.

A mixture of relief and self-reflection washed over Rena. She realized her own narrow-mindedness and acknowledged the need to express her gratitude to him for his care during her time in the hospital.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Rena found herself confronted by a resplendent sight: a golden Bentley Continental GT parked right before her. The window gracefully descended, revealing Waylen behind the wheel.

"Get in the car," he uttered succinctly.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Rena acquiesced and opened the door, mindful of the unnecessary attention his fancy car would attract.

Waylen initiated the car's engine and kindly reminded her, "Please fasten your seat belt."

A blush adorned Rena's cheeks as she hurriedly complied with his request.

Taking a moment to steal a glance at him, Rena observed Waylen in his current state. He was donning a mere shirt and suit pants, his coat casually draped on the back seat of the car

Unexpectedly, Waylen posed a question, “Do you find me handsome?"

Rena's blush deepened, rendering her speechless for a moment.

As Waylen's car came to a halt at a red light, he turned his gaze towards Rena, his eyes filled with profound meaning.

After a brief hesitation, Rena summoned her courage and spoke up.

"Mr.

Fowler, I want to express my gratitude for what you did that day."

Waylen maintained his silence.