White Lotus Not Easy to Make

JACKSON, ANNA

Speaking of my life, it's a shambles. I was two years old when my mother, or maybe someone else I don't recall, abandoned me in an orphanage. I was raised in an orphanage. The orphanage was modest, with just myself and perhaps ten other children. They all despised me because Nanny loved me more than everybody else.

If you're curious about Nanny, she was the person in charge of the orphanage, and let me tell you; she's fantastic. She is getting older, yet she still thinks she is youthful and has more vitality than me. She is my life and my soul family. I adore her. You're probably asking why I said 'used to,' since everyone at that orphanage was adopted, leaving just Nanny and me. Nanny warned me many times, but I refused to be adopted by anybody. I wished I could live with her. So it's no longer an orphanage; it's just Nanny and me now.

I was working my regular shift at the café. I was standing behind the counter, watching the people. When you're bored, you have no other choice.

That guy over there, why is he gazing at the coffee as if it were his first time seeing one?

This is how old people are. You are powerless to intervene. My conscience informed me.

Oh, and that man over there, he's not even looking at the sumptuous meal; instead, he's staring at that blonde doing her makeup.

Guys nowadays. UGH!!

That youngster is adorable. Looking at the coffee while clapping his hands, Huh! At least one person is content.

He is just a child.

Oh my goodness! What exactly is that dude doing there? Is he going to use the fork to kill the cake? No! Don't you dare to destroy it; I baked that lovely dessert.

Oh my God! How will he eat it if he doesn't kill it?

That is not my concern.

And he assassinated my cake.

It was all for nothing. I could assassinate him as well.

It will help if you put an end to your illegal beliefs.

"Hello there." A voice spoke out. I returned from my dream world.

"Ma'am, welcome to 'The Hideout.' What can I do for you?" I inquired politely and sweetly.

"Cappuccino," she grumbled.

I despise individuals like this.

"How many, ma'am?" I inquired gently again.

"Is there anybody else with me? Are you insane or what? Just hurry up and deliver it. I don't have the whole day available to me."

She then proceeded to take a seat.

Bitch.

I immediately prepared her a cappuccino and went to deliver it to her. "Enjoy your coffee!" I remarked as I placed it on her table.

She sipped and then spat. "Eww! Do you even call this a cup of coffee? This tastes like crap."

Okay, I understand. Her taste is terrible. Because I make the greatest coffee in this house, that is something everyone says.

"Go ahead and create another."

What the heck happened?

"All right... and I'm very sorry." I promptly made another one, tasting it as I did.

Yep! It's ideal.

I'm fantastic.

I approached her again and placed her coffee on the table.

"Here is your Cappuccino, Ma'am."

She tried it again.

Ha! Say bitch now.

I patted myself on the back inwardly.

She spat the coffee out of her lips once again.

"You have no idea how to brew a basic Cappuccino." She stood up and yelled in my ear. "Do you get paid to stare at everyone that walks by? You're such a waste of time."

I gazed at her, stunned.

"Please excuse me?"

"Oh! As a result, this garbage now has a hearing impairment."

"Ma'am, you are a client, so I respect you. You cannot speak to me in that manner."

"Oh my goodness. So, how do I approach you?" She then shoved me aside.

"Huh? Please tell me."