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You sat in Sunday's office, the silence only broken by the sound of paperwork, your fingers itched. Bored, you rummaged through your bag and pulled out a small pack of cakes you had brought along. Unwrapping the package, you eagerly took a bite, savoring the sweetness of the pastry. You barely noticed Sunday's gaze flicker over to you, his sharp senses catching the scent of the cake.
"Don't spoil the carpet," he muttered, his golden eyes narrowing slightly, though his tone wasn't harsh. He sniffed the air, and his gaze shifted curiously towards the strawberry cake you had taken out.
"Is that strawberry cake?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of interest.
You grinned, looking down at your treat. "Yeah, it's my favorite." You paused for a moment and then looked at him mischievously. "Though, I only have one..."
Sunday's eyes lingered on the cake, but he remained composed, his face giving away nothing. It was clear, however, that he was too shy to ask for a taste. You decided to have a little fun with him. Keeping the strawberry cake on the table, you watched his eyes follow it, betraying his calm demeanor.
Finally, you gave in and slid the cake over to him with a smile. "Here, you can have it."
He blinked, hesitating for a moment before shaking his head. "It's improper to eat when one's working," he said, his voice steady despite the slight embarrassment you could sense in him.
