I strained my eye and focused them unto the most vital part of the procedure in cake making - putting out the toppings. I carefully and meticulously decorated the strawberries on top of the evenly shaved top-part of the chiffon, glazing it with strawberry sauce I pre-created beforehand. After, I got the icing and artistically designed the cake with it, carefully placing a strawberry on top of each, circling the small cake.
I smiled and stretched my arm up, groaning as I heard my bones creak after a few minutes of bending down to finish the work. I smiled when I saw the final product. This should be the first time I worked hard for a cake - but either way, it is oddly satisfying. Probably because it is for someone special. I smiled.
I grabbed my phone out and took a few snaps of the cake before carefully putting it in a box.
"What are you doing on your day-off?" I turned to P'Mario who just got inside the pantry. He was wearing his apron, getting ready for the day. He beamed at the box I was wrapping and smiled, "You're planning to give that to someone?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'm planning to give it to Win." I said turning my attention back to the box, as I carefully wrapped a red-colored ribbon on top it.
"Are you sure he'll eat it?" I heard P'Mario said. "Bright ... you know -"
I nodded, "I know." I smiled and turned to him after putting the ribbon, "I just realized he's suffering from hypoglycaemia. It's dangerous for him to wander around if he's low on sugar." I said, taking off my apron. "So, I thought ... we offer deliveries anyway, so it wouldn't hurt if I personally deliver it to his place."
"You ..." I heard him stammer, "How did you know where Win lives?" he said in a shocked voice.
I felt the need to turn to him, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah." I said, nodding in the process. "We coincidentally met at a convenience store and he alsmot fainted in the pavement so I brought him home." I curiously smiled at him, "Why? Am I not supposed to know where he lives?"
Although I got curious as to why P'Mario was using Win's name so familiarly, but since he was a regular, he probably was close to P'Mario. So, I shrugged it off as a coincidence.
"N...No." P'Mario stammered, averting his eyes, laughing nervously after. "But ... but it should be better if you keep off his business."
I nodded and went back to fixing my stuff in the locker, finally pulling out my jacket. "Anyway P, I need to go." I said while pulling the jacket's sleeve, putting on my body bag. I saw him nod, still wearing his dumb expression. I hurriedly, but carefully grabbed the box and ran to the exit, smiling at P'Mario as I passed him.
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I've realized this recently ... but that guy... I feel like I cannot leave him alone.
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I held my breath as I stood outside Win's apartment, deciding whether to know or not. I'm here already, am I getting a cold feet now? I nodded and gathered everything I had and just pounded on the door three times.
I finally took a deep breath, feeling my sweat trail down my cheeks as the steam I was keeping inside finally blew up. 'Damn it, Bright! You're acting like a high school student in love'
I heard a clack, and then followed by a creak coming from the door opening in front of me. I was welcomed by the curious looking Win, on his casual, over-sized shirt ... the necklace hanging freely on his neck.
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It Has Always Been You
Teen FictionBright, an ex-young actor now settled as a pastry chef, gets into a tragic accident that affected a big portion of his life - mostly about his long time lover Win, an aspiring writer.