Chapter 1
Prologue
"Hey y/n!"
Y/n surprised when she heard his boss call.
"Yes boss?"
"I told you to do this report immediately! Why haven't you done it yet?!"
"Sorry boss, my mother dropped again yesterday, so I rushed to the hospital, I was too panicked boss, sorry."
"I don't care, this should all be finished tomorrow! the client has billed the report. can you do all this in one night?"
"Yes boss, I'm sure I can. Sorry I was careless yesterday boss."
"You are a girl with good potential y/n. Don't waste your skills. don't do this again tomorrow!"
"Thank you boss."
And now here I am, staring at my laptop screen and sighing. I leaned back on the bench and closed my eyes for a moment.
"Hey girl, you need to rest. Go to the cafe opposite and rest for a while. Clear your head first, okay?"
Said Ella. Ella, She is the best girl in this beautiful paris city. She's my best friend, our apartments are next door, so don't be surprised if I look like her sister. Or even her girlfriend? ha ha ha
"Thank you sis, you're the best.."
"Hurry and go now, before the fat man comes and starts rambling again."
I giggled, i took my bag and went to the opposite cafe.
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Arriving in front of the cafe I opened the door, and heard the sound of a bell. A barista looked at me and smiled sweetly. I've never seen him before, is he new here? Or maybe he's an apprentice? we'll find out.
"hello Miss or Mrs, good afternoon. What would you like to order?."
"I'd like to order one warm cappuccino, and one americano to take home. Im single by the way."
He's giggled
"OK, that's a total of $9"
I take my money and pay. I immediately went to find a seat by the window. One of my favorite spots here.
A few minutes later my order came. And I glanced at the room staff and I saw him looking and whispering to his colleague. I don't know what he's talking about.
I drank my coffee staring out the window, my mind completely blank. Then I was surprised by him who suddenly sat down in front of me, and gave me a piece of cake.
"I know your mind is messed up, I see it from the look on your face. Try this, this is our newest menu. My recipe too."
I scooped up the piece of cake. And it turns out pretty good. "Is this really what you did?" I asked him
"Of course, is it good? I will correct to perfect the recipe."
"You ask me? Are you sure? I'm not good at cakes."
"It's okay, I trust you."
I described how I felt about the cake. He was actually listening while looking at me, right into my eyes. Noting what comes out of my mouth. I really feel... valued?
