Fifty flavors of cake

How it all began

I met L when i was in the bakery picking up a birthday cake that i ordered for my own birthday. Yes, for my OWN birthday. I am a loner, you don't need to tell me that. "Who are you buying that for?" asked the guy next to you. It may sound lame, but i'm buying it for myself. "It's not that strange, i buy birthday cakes for myself all the time." The black- haired boy pushed his lip up with his thumb. But they are not for my birthday, i just like the taste of cake that you're supposed to eat once a year. "I see." You said with a smile on your face. Does cake that's meant to be special taste that different? "You could try for yourself." the boy said while turning to the lady behind the counter. Two boxes of bonbons, a pack of chocolate chip cookies, seven donuts and a birthday cake. I'm very sorry, we're out of cake. The lady looked at me and told the boy that I bought the last one. Doesn't matter. His facial expression turned from neutral to slightly irritated. If you want, you could come over to eat some cake, if only you knew where i lived... "Yagamistreet 66, it's a 10 minute walk from here" The boy replied. H- how did you know that? Your mind filled with scary thoughts. Is he a stalker, or even worse: a serial killer? What did i do wrong? You looked at him trying to remember if you could have met him before. The boy had a smirk on his face. Don't worry, (y/n). I'm just an excellent detective, the best one in fact. He looked deep into your eyes. I have taken interest in you and i have done a lot of research. He looked your way and licked his lips. You turned around to see if there was anything delicious, but before you could take a good look he placed his hand on your shoulder and pulled you towards him. I want to get some inside information, you see. He whispered in your ear: " You'll get a once in a lifetime opportunity."