WARMING UP THE BILLIONAIRE'S COLD HEART

The afternoon sun shone beautifully on the not too busy street of Prattville on a certain Saturday as people walked either in groups, pairs or alone down the slightly slope road in front of Happy Bakery. Connor Owens watched as the people chatted and laughed while passing and could only wish his own companion was there with him, the bright star. He folded his hands over his plain white shirt and black checkered trouser while enjoying the cool dry breeze accompanying the mild hotness of the sun, his black apron hugged his waist as if they came with his body as free accessories from heaven. After having his fill of passerby’s parade and the soft falling of leaves, he finally closed his upturned eyes with slightly brown eye color to inhale the fresh air deeply “This is a perfect weather for breads” he muttered before opening his eyes sharply, his brain knocked a reminder into his head at the thought of bread He ran inside the store to pick up bowls which he placed on a metallic cart with a tray like surface. He went around calling the names of the recipes as he picked them up one by one  “King Arthur’s all-purpose flour, yeast, honey, salt” he mentioned picking them into the cart and wheeled it to the processing room. He brought out his jotting note which contained the recipes of different bakery products that he had learnt. After a few page flips, he finally got his destination where he wrote the process and additional tips on how to make baguettes.  He could bake all sorts of bread excellently except this particular bread and this is the most famous bread among the sailors who stops at their bakery to eat bread whenever they are around. He began to follow the additional tips and finally finished the proofing, he then sent the bread into the oven for baking. The bread finally was done after several minutes and he brought out the tray using the heat pad gloves. “Oh goodness” he muttered with love in his eyes at the sight of the beautiful piece of art lying in front of him “I did it” he jumped up ecstatically round the bakery at the success of his first well-made baguette bread. Of course bread baking was what he was good at but this particular bread never cooperated with him, they would always fall apart and come out ugly but now that he finally got the trick, he was more than happy. He lifted his eyes to see his bright star, Amelia running towards the bakery with her hands up in a wave through the glass door at the bakery’s entrance “I can’t wait to show this off to her” he said joyfully as he picked the tray to run towards her  Bang! Bang! His feet stopped at the sound of gunshot and he wondered what was happening for gunshot to be heard in the broad daylight, before he could blink his eyes, another sound came piercing through Bang! His bright star who had always shine dipped and went dim in front of him that instant, Amelia fell to the ground covered with blood right before him and he didn’t know when both the tray and bread parted ways with his hands “Ame… ame.. Amelia” he repeated in a murmur before he yelled at the loudest volume of his voice, his entire cells woke up at his shout and every of them were activated to a full force “Ameliaaaa!!!!!” he roared and headed for the door when a hand dragged him back “You must never step outside” the voice said to him before grabbing him tight in order to hold him back  While he was struggling to break free from the hold, he saw the back of a huge man made of muscles, his back was as wide and bulky like a well-built clay oven, as he was about to disappear through the corner of the street, the wind blew up his brown shirt and exposed the scorpion tattoo peeking just at the elbow That was the last thing he saw at the bakery before he passed out.