Snow White, her apron neatly tied around her waist, stood in the bustling kitchen of the Hungry Haven on her final day as a waitress. A bittersweet smile adorned her lips as she stole a moment to exchange cheerful messages with Andrew, her heart fluttering at his endearing words. Lost in the sweetness of their connection, she relished the messages that brought a sparkle to her eyes.

Little did she know that Regina, with her discerning gaze, had quietly entered the kitchen, observing Snow's contented expression.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Regina, with her signature air of authority, barged into the kitchen. Her eyes narrowed upon catching sight of Snow's seemingly content expression. Regina wasted no time in voicing her disapproval.

"Don't tempt me to scold you even on your last day, Snow," Regina sternly admonished, her voice carrying a touch of irritation.

Snow's smile faltered for a moment as she realized she had been caught in a moment of joyous distraction. She took a breath, preparing to respond, but Regina swiftly interrupted, her tone commanding.

"But enough of that," Regina continued briskly, her gaze shifting towards the bustling dining area. "We have table number 09 that needs attending. The customers have been waiting long enough."

Snow nodded, quickly slipping her phone into her pocket, and mustered a professional demeanor. "I'll attend to them right away."

Snow White approached table number 09 with her professional demeanor intact, ready to take the customers' orders. As she reached the table, she politely greeted the patron and asked, "Good evening, what would you like to have?"

Her voice faltered for a brief moment as she recognized the man seated before her. It was Graham, the same man who mistook her for his wife in a peculiar twist of fate.

Graham's eyes widened with an intense fervor as he caught sight of Snow, his heart pounding with an overwhelming desire. He couldn't contain his excitement any longer and blurted out, "Oh, finally…you came…where were you yesterday?"

Snow thought about that magical experience she had with Andrew on the set yesterday and a faint smile automatically occurred on her face. And that smile was replaced with a professional demeanor as she saw Graham in front of her and she realized the reality she was living in right now.

In her heart, Snow was entirely devoted to Andrew. Deep within her, the flame of her love for Andrew burned brightly. Snow was not ready to entertain the possibility of anything or anyone jeopardizing the bond she shared with the man of her dreams. Her dedication and loyalty to Andrew propelled her to maintain a professional distance, keeping her heart securely locked away, and resolute in her commitment to their relationship.

With unwavering focus, she donned her most professional smile, ensuring her interactions with Graham remained strictly business.

"So, how may I assist you with your order?" Snow spoke, her voice firm and business-like.

"Snow, don't act like this. At Least try to remember."

Taking a deep breath, she spoke firmly yet kindly, "Graham, I've already told you that I'm not your wife. We've never met before. I'm sorry if there's been a misunderstanding."

Graham's eyes pleaded with her, desperation coloring his voice as he replied, "I know you've said that before, but that's exactly why I need to tell you something. It's important. Please, Snow, just give me a few minutes."

"I'm sorry, Graham, but I really need to get back to work immediately," Snow responded promptly, her voice reflecting her newfound resolve.

Just as Snow was about to leave to fulfill Graham's request, Regina abruptly entered the scene, causing a flicker of relief to wash over Snow. Regina's unexpected arrival provided an opportunity to adhere to her work obligations.

Without missing a beat, Snow quickly interjected, "Regina! I'm sorry, but I must get back to work immediately." Her tone was eager and thankful, appreciating the timely interruption.

Regina, however, reached out and held Snow's hand gently, her touch conveying a subtle message. "Snow, let's not be rude to our guests," Regina cautioned, her words carrying a hint of warning.

Frustration welled up within Snow as she felt misunderstood by her manager. She struggled to find the right words, caught in a moment of blabbering as she attempted to convey her concerns about Graham's request disrupting her work.

"I understand, Snow. In that case, Ginnie, our new employee, has just arrived. I'll have her attend to your duties. You can take a few minutes to speak with Graham," Regina announced and then she left.

Regina's words left Snow momentarily speechless, realizing that she had momentarily misjudged the situation.

Graham leaned in slightly and asked, "Now, can you talk to me?"

Snow's heart sank, knowing that this conversation would inevitably unfold. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding with a composed yet reluctant tone, "Alright, Graham. Let's talk. But please understand that my time is limited, and I also have something that I'd like to tell you."

"I'd love to hear."

She motioned toward a nearby quiet corner of the restaurant, indicating that they could have a brief conversation there.

Graham's face illuminated with unbridled joy, his eyes sparkling with a fervent passion as he walked beside Snow. With each step, he couldn't help but steal glances at her, his gaze lingering on her radiant now and then, Graham would steal a quick glance at Snow, his gaze filled with admiration and affection. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her, wanting to etch every detail of her presence into his memory. The way her hair gently framed her face, the sparkle in her eyes, the grace in her movements—each aspect seemed to captivate him further, deepening his infatuation.

Graham's fingers trembled with an irresistible urge to touch her, to bridge the invisible chasm that separated them. His hand would occasionally inch forward, only to hesitate, his fingertips hovering in the air as if yearning to make contact with her delicate skin.

He struggled to keep his emotions in check, his body betraying his inner turmoil. It took every ounce of self-control for him to resist the overwhelming desire to bridge the physical and emotional divide between them.

As they reached the corner table, Graham pulled out a chair for Snow. As she settled into her seat, Graham took his place opposite her, his eyes never straying from her face.

He took a deep breath, a mixture of nervousness and determination evident in his voice, as he began, "Snow, I understand that you don't remember me, and you may not even know me, but there's an undeniable connection that I can't ignore. Our lives may seem impossible to return to normal right now but deep down, I can't shake the feeling that there's something…something more between us."

Snow's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing to process Graham's words. She opened her mouth to correct him, emphasizing that she truly didn't have any recollection of their past, but he spoke again before she could utter a word.

"I know it may sound absurd, given the circumstances," Graham continued, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty, "but I can't help but feel that there's a chance for us to create something beautiful together. Would you consider going on a date with me?"

Snow's shock immobilized her for a moment, her mind struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. Before she could gather her thoughts, her phone rang, startling her. The name "Andrew" flashed on the screen, reminding her of the deep connection she shared with him, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her gaze shifted from Graham to her phone, caught between two worlds, two possibilities. The weight of the decision rested heavy on her shoulders, as she contemplated the unknown path that Graham's proposal presented, while longing for the familiarity and love she found with Andrew.

Snow's eyes flickered with a mix of confusion, surprise, and hesitation, as she realized the gravity of the moment and the difficult choice she was facing. In that split second, the universe seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her answer, as her heart wrestled with conflicting emotions and the impending conversation with Andrew on the other end of the line.