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I leaned my head against the window as we drove. It was almost five in the afternoon; Sergio had decided we were leaving before we could have dinner so my stomach was pretty pissed at him. The sun was beginning to set.
I had actually had tons of fun with his family, and I didn't mind having to go home and make something to eat myself since Kent stayed back at the loft. Sergio's mother seemed to like Kent too, I wonder if Sergio noticed? Probably not. He noticed no such thing.
I looked up raising my brows as Sergio parked the car in front of a small bakery in a road full of stores.
"Why did we stop here? Are you planning on selling drugs in cake?" I asked taking in the cosy-looking bakery and coffee shop. He chuckled.
"No... I uh... actually, I'm cutting the deal off – or the arr
