Insouciant (The Billionaire With A Choice)

Car-nnection

Car-nnection

There is little banging on my door. It's six-thirty in the morning.

I look a mess, but that's beside the point. I open the door to see, "Elle?" I ask, shocked.

"Hiiii Goldie!" She grins.

"Wha-what are you doing here- how did you get here?"

She shrugs. "I was asleep and now I'm here."

"How'd you know I was here?"

She gives me a confused look. "I didn't. But Uncle Nathaniel always says if we are lost we look for a nice-looking stranger to seek help and if we are near doors, to choose an odd number. You live at 111 that's three odd numbers!" she exclaims.

I take her hand. "Did your uncles put you in school, as I said?"

She nods.

"Don't you have school today?"

She shrugs. I shouldn't expect a first grader to know this.

"Uh, Elle, did you eat this morning?"

She shakes her head.

"Come on, let me make you something. Now you aren't allergic to anything, right?"

I place her on one of my breakfast stools.

"Not that I know of." She replies.

Oh boy.

I make her pancakes. Kids love pancakes, right?

Well, I'm going to assume so because she drowns them in syrup.

I'm not gonna stop her.

When she finishes, I wipe the syrup off her face.

She says she wants to help me pick my outfit.

And now I'm wearing a white shirt and overalls.

"Elle, you sure about this?"

"Yep, you look like my teacher." She laughs.

I playfully roll my eyes, "Come on. Let me get you to school."

Wait she needs a car seat.

I'm not driving her without one.

"Hmm, Elle I need you to promise me you hold on until we get to school."

"Okay."

We are taking my scooter. This was my first vehicle.

I place a helmet on her. I even buckled us together.

I drive pretty slow. She's already late for school.

When we get there, I take her to the main office where I run into, "Good Morning Mrs. Dennmar."

"Sofie? What are you doing here-"

"Hi, miss!" Elle steps out.

"Elenor?"

She gives her a cheeky smile.

So she really said I look like this woman. I internally laugh. Mrs. Dennmar has black wavy hair. She is Latin American. But we have the same eye shape and, I guess body shape.

Elle gets distracted looking at the paintings on the wall.

I speak with her teacher.

"Sofie. They called her in absent this morning."

I am overly confused, "she showed up at my door at six-thirty. She doesn't know how she got there. So I assumed I should just bring her here."

"And how do you know Elenor?"