Book 5 ✔️ My Possesive Mafia

3. Unexptected Event

Angelica

That Saturday, I was dreading the visit back to my parents. I lazily got myself up and took a very cold shower to wake up my senses. I had packed the night before, so I had time to spare. Then, I was out the door half an hour later.

With my still half foggy mind from the instant coffee I had earlier, I decided to have my morning boost of delicious fresh brewed coffee at my favorite corner coffee shop. "Hey Dale! The usual please..." I smiled at the man and sat my ass at the one window seat while browsing my emails.

"You really should enjoy my coffee without any distraction. It's Saturday, Angela. Stop working so hard, you need to enjoy life. People watching is part of the coffee drinking ritual that we commoners do, you know." Dale scolded. He had been saying the same thing over and over again, making me smile warmly at him.

"Dale, you know what? I'm going to actually do what you say this time and get me one of those fattening bagels, please. I'm heading back to my parents, I'll be needing the carbs." I grinned at him while putting my phone in my purse and gazed at my surroundings as he went back to the counter and grabbed a couple of bagels and his cup of coffee.

Dale was the owner of the coffee establishment. He had his baristas behind the counter but he also liked to talk to his regulars. For a guy who said to stop working on a Saturday, he was doing the opposite. Though I was not going to say so to his face since I still need his coffee.

Okay, so... people-watching. There's the people and this is me watching. Mm... how do they do this, exactly?

I gave up, making Dale shake his head and chuckled at me. We ended up talking. He has been like an old friend of mine. He has always been there for me,every time I needed the so-called coffee when in reality, I needed someone to talk to. He knew me since I was still laid back, warm and friendly. Long before I was trapped in a rat race of the business world that I supposedly love.

The competitive working world that made me tougher, more sarcastic, and more reserved. This was the world that my parents didn't want me to live in. But I was making something of myself, I was thriving and actually quite successful as a person. As a business person.

"Aunt Angie!" The little girl was smiling at me with her toothy grin.

"Well hello there, my little munchkin! Come here, let me do your hair. Your dad still has two left hands I see," I smirked at Dale while he just shrugged, kissed his adorable daughter, before standing up to get back behind the counter while his daughter sat on his vacant seat.

Dale has been a single father since the first time I walked into his coffee shop four years ago. I just moved into the area to work closer to my job. Back then, his one year old daughter had stolen my heart from the first time I saw her, as she was circling him with her little apron.

"I love your hair. You always look dashing," the little girl babbled as I braided her long beautiful hair. She was sitting up on my lap while Dale was tending to a customer, then passing the coffee order to his barista.

"Dashing, huh? That's a first. Thank you, Jasmine." I told her as I tried to hold my laugh. I could see Dale was tugging his lip up, hearing his kid not so quietly talking to me. Sometimes she would blurt out random vocabularies from her Disney Princess books and movies. It amused me at the same time as it surprised me at how smart and cheeky she was in using the words to context.

"Noooo..., aunt Angie, I'm Belle now! See, I'm carrying a book. Daddy and I just watched Beauty and the beast. I wanna be Belle now, cause she loves books. Just like me. You can call me Belle, okay?" She looked back at me as I smiled, then kissed her hair before I tied the last knot of her braids.