Cake, a sweet desert meant to be devoured and loved by all, but what if someone doesn't want to share?
Terrance is a peculiar boy, one who's quiet and shy, yet bright and colorful. He'd make himself sick and drive himself mad to get the gir...
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Soft hums escape my glossed lips as I wash down one of the tables in Sweethearts. Today, grandma is feeling a lot better, so she, thankfully, came to work. So, while she's in the kitchen baking, I'm out front dealing with the customers. My E/C eyes glance up at the clock behind the counter and see it's nearly noon. I intend on keeping my word on visiting Terrance at work, since he seemed really excited about it when I brought it up yesterday. I still feel a little on edge about going, though, especially with how the pink-haired male acted when I was at his house, but I do my best to push away the feeling.
'Terranceisagoodguy;Iknowheis. Maybehewasjusthavinganoffdayorsomething?I'msurehe'sdoingbettertoday. I'mjustbeingparanoid,that'sall.' I'm distracted from my thoughts upon hearing my stomach grumble. It appears I'm hungry. Deciding to tell grandma that I'm going on break, I head for the kitchen while untying the string of my apron to take it off. I find the older woman decorating a fancy birthday cake for a well paying client. It's a three layer cake coated in black frosting with gold designs. The entire sweet is split in half with edible, red roses filling the flat sides.
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She doesn't bother to look up from her work when I enter and hang up my apron, revealing the outfit worn underneath. Dressing my figure are light blue, skinny jeans, a loose-fitting, long sleeve, white shirt with slightly ruffled sleeves, and brown ankle boots that match my thin belt.
"I'm going on break. Mind if I grab a slice of cake from the counter?"
"As long as you pay for it," she mutters, not tearing her eyes away from her masterpiece. A frown appears on my lips upon hearing her response. She always makes me pay for them. Full price too.
