Alina’s (the customer) point of view

At the mention of breakfast she seemed to have even more excitement. If that was even possible. I smiled and bridal style carried her to the kitchen. “Weeeee!” Donatella squealed. “Your such a kid.” I told her as I set her down on one of the kitchen island bar stools. She pretended to be offended, “Ya well this kid has your heart.” I blushed. I tried to deny it but I couldn't, “fine, you win.” She smiled with a cute little smug look on her face. I turned to the fridge. “What do you want?” “Bacon and potatoes!” I started digging the bacon out of the fridge, “Right away boss!”