10:30AM
You came inside and plopped on the couch face first. Amberlyn was already sitting there on her laptop.
"Hey. Rough night?" she asked, sarcastically.
"I'm so tired," you sighed.
"What time does your flight leave?" she asked.
"At 1."
"It's 11am. You don't have time for resting," she joked.
"I know," you whined. You immediately got up to go finish packing.
When you walked in the bedroom, Tiffany was already fast asleep. "Tiff," you whispered. "Wake up, I'm leaving."
"What? Already?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "You can't stay any longer?"
"I wish I could babe, but I have to get home. Thank you for looking after Amber for me," you said, reaching over to hug her.
"What are best friends for?"
"Amber, I'll see you later."
"Why are you leaving so soon. Daveed's birthday party is tonight." You close the door behind you.
"Taxi!"
Later.
Ring. Ring.
Y/N: Hello?
Rafael: Hey. You made it?
Y/N: Yeah. I just got off.
Rafael: Don't go home. Go straight to the studio. I'm going to meet you there and then we can go to get the cake.
Y/N: I didn't know Daveed liked cake.
Rafael: Girl, are you kidding me? The only thing he loves more than cake is you.
Y/N: What?
Rafael: I mean...what? Um...I gotta go. I'll see you soon.
Y/N: Okay.
Daveed loves you? How long has he felt this way? Do you love him?
As soon as you got to the studio, Rafa was outside waiting for you. "Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry about what I said earlier. It was over the line and I didn't mean to-"
"No, Rafa. It's completely fine. You just caught me off guard a little," you smile.
"Okay, cool. Let's go," he says opening the passenger door for you.
"Where are we going anyways?"
"The best cake joint in the city. Yeah, Daveed's pops used to get him a cake from here every year."
When you arrive, the outer interior didn't look like much to you but once you got inside, it was almost infested with people.
"Hola. Welcome to Teresa's Cakes. How may I-...
Y/N?"
"Teresa?!" You ran up to her and she folded your hands in hers.
"Hola, mija. ¡Dios mío, ha pasado tanto tiempo! ¿Cómo estás?"
"¡Estoy genial! ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" you ask out of excitement.
"Después de que usted y su hermana se fueron, renuncié a mi trabajo en la casa de acogida y comencé mis propios pasteles," Teresa answered, smiling.
"Hey, Teresa," Rafa chimed in.
"Hello, Rafael. How have you been?"
"I've been good. How do you two know each other?"
"Oh, Teresa used to take care of my sister and I after my parents died."
"Sí. You and your sister were my life. I was proud to have raised you both. Anyways, Rafael you ordered a cake the other day?"
"Yeah, it's for Daveed," he shrugged.
"Ah, yes. How is Daveed by the way?" Teresa asked as the three of you waited for the cake that you ordered.
"He's great. Especially now that he has Y/N in his life." You blushed.
You and Rafa finally left the bakery after you realized that you were holding up the line. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish", Rafa said, surprised.
"Yeah. Teresa taught us."
"Us?"
"My sister and I. Its a long story," you laughed.
"Well, you'll have all the time in the world to tell me about it tonight," Rafa starts the car and drives off, "Y/N, it's party time."
A/N: Literally this has been sitting in my drafts forever. I'm done apologizing because it's expected. More soon.
