Stuck With Mr. Billionaire

My life? Oh, it's a mess. A beautiful, chaotic, cake-murdering mess. Two years old, that's when I landed at the orphanage, a tiny bundle of mystery left behind. Nanny says someone left me, someone else says my mother. Doesn't matter. What matters is Nanny. She's my universe, my rock, my entire family.

We were a small orphanage, just me and a handful of other kids. They hated me, of course, because Nanny loved me best. And now? It's just me and Nanny. Everyone else was adopted, leaving us in what used to be a bustling children's home, now just our quiet sanctuary. She's gotten older, but Nanny still believes she's got more energy than me. And you know what? Sometimes, she's right.

Today, though, felt different. I was at my usual post, behind the counter at 'The Hideout,' watching the world go by. An old man staring at his coffee like it held the secrets of the universe, a guy glued to his blonde companion instead of his delicious food, and a little kid clapping at his cappuccino, the only one truly appreciating life's simple joys.

Then, the cake murderer appeared. Some guy, with a fork, poised to destroy my beautiful creation. He did it, of course. My hard work, shattered. I wished I could murder him back.

“Hey there.” A voice cut through my internal monologue. I snapped back to reality, plastering on my customer-service smile. “Welcome to 'The Hideout' ma'am. What can I get you?”