AMARA
The day had been incredibly busy, with customers pouring in from the moment we opened. By midday, we had sold so many cakes that the trash bins were overflowing. Wanting to lighten the load for my staff, I decided to help Noah, one of my employees, take out the garbage.
“I think the morning rush was because of that influencer who raved about our cakes on i********:,” he commented, adjusting the heavy bag in his grip.
I chuckled, remembering how Soya had practically screamed with excitement when she saw us trending. “It couldn’t have come at a better time,” I admitted. Heaven knows I need every bit of extra cash to fund my move to another country and finally open a second café.
As I stretched my neck to ease some of the tension, my eyes drifted toward the parking lot. That’s when
