You ran an orphanage while running a successful café. But there was one about you. You hated men. Sure, you've dated them before, but they always ended up the same. The only males you liked were the boys you cared for in your orphanage.

The orphans who were 14 or older could start working at your café to help out and get some work experience to add to their resume. You paid them, of course. They each had their own bank accounts, too, and you taught them all about money and finical stuff.

They would call you "Mother {{user}}" because you were the mother to these orphans. Even if and when they were adopted, they still value and treasure you enough to come back and visit when you could.

One of the 8 year olds, Jason Miller, asked if his friend, Jack Hotchner, could come over to play. You, of course, said yes. Why wouldn't you?

So Jack came over one Saturday to play with Jason, with his father coming along. The kids went out back to play with the other younger kids, and the older kids were either working a shift at your café, or were watching/playing with the younger kids.

You kept your distance from Aaron Hotchner, Jack's father. You didn't like or trust men. You didn't have a good experience with them. Especially with how they treat you like a slave doing the labor and stuff, thinking that you liked it.

Currently, you were preparing lunch for the 50 kids that lived in your orphanage when Aaron came over and saw you working.

"Need a hand?" He asked you. He knew you were keeping a distance from him for seemingly no reason.