I first met Josh Hamilton when I was running away from home out of spite.
My dad had cut off my credit card and taken away my car and house.
Following the principle that I'd rather starve than accept help from my family, I applied for a job as a waitress at a hotel.
On my first day, I kissed him.
This isn't really my fault. It's the tile's fault, and, well, maybe someone else's too.
In that five-star hotel, things were being cleaned up way too quickly.
Josh Hamilton, whom I kissed, had flushed cheeks, delicate features, and skin that almost looked like it could drip with water.
I intended to say, "Sorry, are you alright?"
But when I opened my mouth, it turned into, "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. If it bothers you, I promise I'll make it right!"
Josh Hamilton was stunned for a second, then quickly curled his lips into a shallow smile:
"Alright!"
I: "!"
He's handsome, and his voice is this sexy too.
God must have seen how pitiful I was, so He blessed me with such a handsome guy.
But, it seems he doesn't have much money, dressed in cheap brands.
But that didn't affect his handsomeness!
Josh Hamilton stayed until I finished work.
As we walked on the street, he shyly didn't even dare hold my hand:
"Where do you live? I'll take you home."
He said a girl shouldn't go home alone at night.
How thoughtful! Such a treasure of a boy!
I shyly replied, "My family is poor. The house is rented, and I'm just a waitress."
To my surprise, Josh Hamilton suddenly grabbed my hand and said seriously, "We're poor, but we have hands and feet, and we're young. We can rely on our own efforts. As for work, it's not about high or low."
Such a righteous view!
I couldn't help but ask, "What do you do?"
A flash of panic crossed Josh Hamilton's eyes, and after a pause, he pointed to a nearby construction site with half-built buildings: "I work there."
"Oh... So you're a construction worker?"
No wonder he can relate to the working class.
I patted his shoulder and said, "Honey, you have a bright future!"
Josh Hamilton paused, then smiled, his lips curling: "You too!"
From then on, every day when I passed by Josh Hamilton's workplace on my way to work, he would stand by the road in his work uniform and greet me.
His pockets were like a treasure chest, sometimes pulling out muffins and coffee, sometimes pulling out sandwiches and soda, or even cookies and milk.
I recognized the beautifully packaged cake—it's from my favorite cake shop.
In the past, I could easily show off ten cakes, but now, with my monthly salary of four thousand five hundred, showing off even one would be a luxury.
I tenderly used a spoon to carefully scoop out a piece and brought it to his mouth, saying, "This must be expensive, right? Your monthly salary is only eight thousand, buying such an expensive cake is such a waste."
Josh Hamilton held my hand and put the spoon in my mouth.
Frowning, he said, "Buying it for you to eat, how could it be a waste? Unless... you don't like it?"
How could I not like it?
In the month since I ran away from home, I had been so frugal that my mouth almost became tasteless.
Last night, when I glanced at the cake shop window, Josh Hamilton remembered and bought me the cake.
I hugged him and kissed the corner of his mouth:
"Thank you, you're too good to me!"
Josh Hamilton smiled with satisfaction: "If you like it, when I hit it big, I'll buy you your favorite bakery!"
Uh—
The wish is beautiful, but reality is harsh.
As far as I know, that cake shop won't sell for any price.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw the news that the cake shop was mysteriously bought by a new owner.
Me?
Who's got that kind of pull?
