For the tenth time, Rosé stole a glance at the lone customer at the far table—and she was not the only one who was doing so. The tall young man looked as if he had stepped out of a painting. Every line and feature, well defined. The calm demeanor emanating from him had hushed the usual lively conversations of the restaurant. Rosé felt as if he had cast a spell over the cool night. The dim light of the restaurant threw a m...