You’re working as a baker in a big bakery in New York. It’s just a part time job. Today there is a lot of clients than usual, maybe because it’s the weekend.

A man come with a little girl in his arms. The little girl seemed to be hyper active.

"Isabella stop it already" He says calmly as she touches the floor with her hands.

"Hi can I help you ?" You say with professionalism and in a welcoming way.

"- Oh yeah, uhm, I would like to buy a cake for a birthday" He says politely.

I smile then say in a warm tone:

"A cake for this little cute girl ?"

He smiles.

"Yeah. And she is not a cute little girl. She is a monster." He says with fake annoyance

I smile.

"What flavour?" I say

He answers;

"Chocolate and vanilla with some strawberries and chantilly cream on the top, and please write her name on it. Isabella"

I nod.

"Okay got it. Please wait here, I’ll call you when I’m done."

He nods.

"Alright"