Willow’s POV:
I was in the middle of baking when I heard my phone go off, yet I couldn’t get to it then. Leia had me bake a few extra batches due to how popular my pastries had gotten. Word had gotten out and people were flocking to the cafe. My boss was even thinking of paying for my tuition if I wanted to go to school to improve my skills. I was bringing out the latest batch of eclairs when Mr. Paterson, owner of another cafe, called out for my attention.
“Willow, when are you going to leave this place and come work for a real boss?”
“James, how many times have I told you to stop headhunting my baker? I’ll get the real Ralphie here to stampede all over your ass! And I mean the one they just retired after dragging six muscle heads across the field.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as Olivia
