You Again?! ( My firecracker babysitter)

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e rising in disbelief as the barista's sharp remarks echoed

r tone dropping to a threatening whisper. "You still owe me for the service last ni

as I cautiously stepped back. "You're hiding behind that counter, pretending to be a barista, but you'r

zer flapping behind me. My thoughts were consumed by my daughter Ally's persistent requests; she had been na

isticated woman with a volatile streak," I grumbled, my mind racing with thoughts of Isla. "I can't stand women like her; she reminds me too much of Olivia,"

about Isla and Olivia. Why did women like them always manage to get under my skin? I inhal

crept in-my life was about to take a turn for the complicated. Li

g the quiet in the car. I picked u

. "I'm on my way, Ally. Just hang tight, alright?" But once again, I had forgotten th

ying. I promise I'll get your coffee. I just need to swing back to the café," I urged, trying to calm her down. But bef

doing this, but I couldn't ignore Ally's tears and tantrums. As I re-entered the parking lot,

he said, a mischievous grin spreading ac

counter. "Just hand me the coffee, Isl

you weren't, you wouldn't have come back here, would you?" I forced myself to stay compo

a straw clattering down beside them. I felt a wave of annoyance at her careless behavior. "You

ey, Xander!" I glanced back, narrowing my

t to settle your tab, because..." She snapped her fingers, the sound resonating

at hanging in the air like a dare. I could sense her watching

ake the feeling that I had just tangled with someone dangerous. As I slid into my car, I spotted a piece of paper on the passenger

to a stop at a red light when, out of nowhere, my car began to sputter and then stalled completely. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pondered what other misfort

fficer who has no idea who's behind the wheel of this car." I let out a dry chuckle, adjusted my glasses

ed onto me with unwavering intensity. I steeled myself for whatev