Riley POV
Daniel offered me the job twenty minutes into the second interview.
I had expected more questions. I had prepared answers about responsibility, teamwork, difficult parents, and managing children in public spaces. I had even practiced explaining why someone with my past wanted to work in a family café.
Instead, Daniel closed the folder containing my résumé, leaned back in his chair, and smiled.
“I think you would be good here.”
I stared at him.
“That sounds dangerously close to an offer.”
“It is an offer.”
The café was quieter than it had been during the first interview. Most of the morning crowd had left, and only a few parents remained near the play area. Sunlight came through the large windows, falling across the wooden table between us.
Daniel had chosen a private cor
