Das was extrely angry.
"Why does he hate that much?" Das knew why Lucas hated him, but that wasn't actually the case. Lucas never hated Das or Angela in his life. They just can't get along, no matter how much they try.
Das walked to the chair he kicked, then picked it up and put it on the sa spot as before.
He then slid the cake to the corner of the table and carried it from the hard plate below the cake.
"Thi is heavier than I thought." Das had always been fit and an athlete even though he hadn't trained or exercised in years.
He carried the cake through the door that he had left open after Das called Lucas to pick Elena up.
He walked down the stairs slowly and carefully as the cake was blocking his sight.
After walking down the last stair, Das stood before the door. Das tried to carry the cake with one hand and open the door with the other, but before he could do so, the door slightly opened, then it fully opened.
Das walked in and saw the person who opened the door was none other than the cafe's owner.
"Uhh" Das tried to start the conversation, but he had no idea what to say.
"I heard the footsteps coming down, so I opened the door."
"Thanks," Das nodded.
The cafe owner then looked at the cake Das was holding, and his eyes widened.
"Are you okay carrying the cake by yourself?" the cafe's owner asked.
"Yeah,"
When the owner opened the door, he noticed the door's handle shaking. 'That ans earlier he was carrying it with one hand?' The owner thought to himself.
'Not only was he carrying it with one hand, but he perfectly managed to balance it--' The owner then noticed the eaten part of the cake. 'Just how in the world did he manage to do sothing like that?'
The owner was surprised but didn't pay much thought and walked to the counter after noticing that Das caught him staring at him.
Das then looked at the three custors from before and rembered what Lucas had told him.
"Uhh" Das forced a smile on his face and said, "Would you like to eat it?"
"I don't eat sweets, kid." said the man wearing the ring.
"I don't eat anything after drinking the lemon juice made by the master," said the man wearing glasses.
Das then gazed at the woman, and she shook her head. "I don't eat sweets before sleeping. What if I get fat?"
Das stared at the three of them, and only one thought passed his mind, 'Can't they just say 'no' if they don't want to eat it?'
Sigh!
Das sighed and looked at the owner.
The owner slightly chuckled and said in a calm yet low voice, "I made that cake with my hand."
All the three of them stopped moving as their gazes slowly moved from the owner to Das and then at the cake.
The first one to move was the man wearing the ring, and the other two followed him,
The man wearing a ring rushed to Das and gulped down, "I will give you 3 million Kirs. Just give this cake!"
The man wearing glasses cleared his throat, "I will give you whatever you want-- just na it, and give this cake."
The woman looked at Das and touched his face, "I will get you as many girls as you want, so won't you give this cake to ."
Das was scared of their sudden change in behavior.
'What the hell happened? Earlier, they were making excuses, but as soon as the owner said that he made this cake, they suddenly changed.'
Das then glanced at the owner and wondered, 'Who is that guy?'
"Hey, give the cake already." the man wearing the ring said.
"This cake is mine!" the man wearing the glasses yelled.
The woman pushed the other two n, "Fuck off! This cake is mine."
Das wanted to run out of the cafe, but running with a cake would be hard even for Das.
He sighed and said, "I don't want anything, and I will give you the upper two floors of the cake."
All of their eyes widened as they said in unison, "Are you sure, kid?!"
"...." Das felt like smashing the entire cake on their faces.
The man wearing the ring turned around and looked at the owner, "Master! Who is this kid? He is so kind."
'Kind? And ?' Das laughed inwardly.
"Calm down now. You are troubling the kid." The owner said as he took out four plates from the shelves.
Das shared the upper two floors of the cakes with them and prepared to leave.
"Hey kid, are you going to carry the cake like this all the way to your ho?" the owner asked.
Das nodded.
"Please wait a minute; I will pack it for you."
"Uhh.. okay." Das didn't know how to thank people.
The owner packed the cake in a bag and handed it to Das while saying, "Just put it in the refrigerator after you reach ho."
Das nodded and left the cafe.
The three custors kept fighting for the cake and eventually ate everything despite making excuses before.
Das walked the entire way from the cafe to his house as he reminisced about Elena's pretty face.
'She really looked beautiful today, and seeing her teary eyes made want to hug her.'
Das then rembered Elena's scent.
"She was so soft," He muttered.
Das took out his phone to check the ti, and it was 9:49 PM.
"Looks like mom won't yell at ."
Das hurried up his pace and reached the main street. There were still a lot of people walking about and enjoying their stuff.
The restaurants and hotels were also packed with people.
Das hurried up his face but not fast enough to break the cake in the bag.
He looked up at the sky and muttered, "I wonder when will we et again."
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