My name is Jasmin, I currently own my family's hotel that was passed on by many generations. Now that I'm old enough it was passed on to me.

My hotel is pretty popular among my country.

I was walking downtown when I noticed a small bakery, I was hungry so I decided to why not eat first. As soon as I entered I was greeted by a delightful smell of baked muffins.

I walked to the counter and ordered muffins. I patiently waited for my order, it didn't took to long when the barista finally delivered my food. I looked up at her noticing she was very gorgeous. I looked away and pretend to scroll through my phone while glancing at her every now and then.

I finally got the courage to walk up to her and asked her for her number.

"Sorry, miss? Could I have your number?" I muttered, Abit flustered