DANIEL
-What do you think?
- Sorry. I thought you had noise-canceling headphones or something, since you've never complained about the music before.
That's because I go out to watch. But I don't say that, continuing to watch her. She has flour on her cheeks, which have turned red from all the singing and dancing. A cap covers her red strands, but a few stubborn ones peek out, and she blows on them whenever they get in her eyes.
"I'm baking," she announces, pointing to the bowls, flour, butter, and mess on the counter.
- I can see that. Cupcakes, I presume?
- Yes. I have to make more than usual, since Daniel steals them. Oh, and I'm making all the flavors, because apparently not everyone likes vanilla.
I smile at the way she pouts. She actually looks offended. Extreme
