[September 24. Saturday. 17:36]
Kael and Arthur had barely gotten out of the mall when Karlos started bombarding his phone with lots and lots of messages to pick up the cake from the bakery near the park at Solomon. It was a good thing that they had already finished buying their gifts, which they paid to be wrapped with gift papers in the department store; it gave them a lot of time to run for the cake. If they took their time wrapping the gifts on their own, then they might be able to give it just in time for Karlos’ next birthday, and they also would be able to pick up the cake . . . on his next birthday.
“Why the heck did they not pick it up earlier?” Kael wondered as he rushed into the vehicle, which immediately took off as soon as he buckled his seatbelt. “They’re trying to kill me,
