Lola's POV

I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and stepped inside.

The scent of fresh-baked bread and roasted coffee filled the air, mixing with the faint hum of conversations between staff.

A young hostess glanced up from the podium. "Good morning! How can I help you?"

I smiled—the innocent, harmless kind. "I’m here for the waitress position. I have an interview scheduled."

Her expression brightened. "Oh, yes! Give me a second."

She picked up the phone and spoke ...