Mike wasn't remotely adverse to chocolate cake, but it seemed a shame to be the one to cut it. Not that his hands weren't pretty careful - any big guy quickly learnt that if he wasn't careful, he'd end up falling over himself. It was just that it was really, really nice looking.
The decorations were really damn pretty.
"Baker cuts the first slice," the Athlete said firmly, before glancing at Daysha and shrugging. His bloodshot eyes and tense posture screamed a thousand words.
"I'm not too bad. Still waiting for the kid to call. Which pretty much figures. How're you?"