A love interest I can't have

There was a man that worked for my brother that I had a major crush on. He’s the one that left to work for another restaurant. It took me 3 to 4 months to hear his voice, a week later to get his number and three days later to screw him.

In that time, I’ve seen him a few times, ate at the restaurant a few times. First time I went, I wanted to let him know but had no idea how to tell him that I was going in to eat. He was shocked as all get out and texted me. He started out nice and pleasant but after a few minutes later, he became frustrated and we stopped texting.

I’ve gone in a few times since. Most of the time, I’d go in without texting him and then later thanking him for the food. Twice I texted him to let him know I was coming in. The last time I texted him was this past Saturday.

“Hey. I’m going to be coming in tonight to eat. Not sure what time yet. Is that going to be a problem? If it is, I won’t come in,” I say.

“Hey. It’s fine. Just let me know when you get here,” he said.

“Not a problem,” I said.

A few hours go by. I get a haircut and buy some wine. I slowly make my way over to the restaurant. It’s 6:15 when I get there and it’s dead inside.

“Hey,” I said. “Just me and this bottle of wine tonight.”

“Any particular place you want to sit? You wanna be in a booth, a chair; a private area?” the host asked.

“Right there is fine,” I said pointing to a table that sorta looks into the kitchen when the swinging doors open. “It’s fine.”

I followed the host to the table I pointed out and sat down. When the server came to the table, without looking at the menu, I ordered my normal app and another one that I hadn’t had there before. I played on my phone a bit and drank some wine as I was waiting for the apps. I had half of one and the entire app – the one I hadn’t had before while I was there.

A few minutes later, my entrée came to the table. I enjoyed it but not as much as I should’ve; found it too salty from the sausage and possible extra salt added. I ate half of it and had it wrapped. I waited a bit and then ordered dessert and a cappuccino. As I paid the check and was reading a book on the Kindle app on my phone, I received a text from him.

“How was the food?” he asked.

“It was perfect. I’ve always loved what you’ve cooked for me & always will. You know that,” I said. “Knowing that you cooked for me was such a turn on!”

“Thank you very much, mi querida,” he said. “Hopefully, you can pick me up from work one night. Te necesito, bebe!”

When he said that, I blushed and then started kicking myself. He’s a married man, but I'm in love with him.