Oakley
What cake did you make?
After a few minutes, a picture appeared and he gaped at the sight—four thick layers with cream frosting and a light pink ombre, white flowers were scattered around, mostly resting on the space between each layer.
Oakley
You made that?
Clementine
Freya and I did.
Oakley
Holy shit, that’s beautiful.
Clementine
I know. It’s what I’m known for.
Oakley
Modesty too, apparently.
Clementine
*emoji of a brown woman with her hand held out, palm facing up*
Oakley
What’s the flavor?
Clementine
Raspberry and champagne.
Which was your favorite?
Oakley closed his eyes for a minute, wondering if he should be honest and tell her how each flavor made him feel. He did have notes for every donut and it didn’t feel like the worst idea. The Apple Cider and Key Lime were the perfect level of tartiness, while the Carrot Cake and Banana Bread shouldn’t have worked, but did and might have been his favorites. The Baked Lemon was unpleasant, but the Chai Spiced actually turned out better than he thought it would. She’d also added a few others that weren’t on his list—raspberries and blueberries, honey glazed strawberries, a light tea and pumpkin.
Oakley
The Carrot and Banana were outstanding, inhaled those two without hesitation. Cinnamon and Chai too, so freaking good.
Clementine
That’s a list, not ONE favorite.
He smiled, knowing why she was pushing so hard. She wanted him to talk about the Cereal one and he would, he needed a minute.
Oakley
The Key Lime was really interesting, the Baked Lemon not so much.
Clementine
Oakley…