“Hey Diwa, where’s my reserved cake?”
“Oh finally! I thought you’d never stop talking to your staff. And I really need to go back home, Jack and you’re the only one that I’m waiting for now.”
“Heh, nothing left but my banana walnut cake, I see. Good thing I reserved that or else that would probably have been bought before any of your other desserts, ha ha!” the muscular manager chuckled while taking the large piece of pastry from the female vendor.
“Oh Jack, you know you’ve got dibs on this cake since it’s your absolute favorite.”
“Well, I was thinking you’d probably give HIM this dessert if he asked for it, ha ha!”
“Him?” Di asked with her brown eyes wide open while she momentarily paused from fixing her things, quickly readying them so she could finally leave. “I don’t know what you mean, Jack…”