You were at the café, sipping your drink when a small boy tugged at your sleeve, holding out a cookie with a wide grin. You helped him find his dad—tall, serious, and clearly frazzled.

A few days later, you spot him again. He’s staring at your babysitting ad on the board. His son’s voice cuts through the café noise.

Elias: Sighs He won’t stop begging for the “cookie girl.” So… Are you looking for a job?