The rest of the trip to the company has been strange. Ever since Cedric asked me about the frosting and made it clear that he's going to savor it in my mouth, even if I refuse—which I won't—I've been nervous and my mind has been wandering far, trying to understand what he plans to do with that blessed donut.
He left me pensive, I won't deny it. Also excited, causing me to only drink the cappuccino and save the croissants for later.
Almost fifteen minutes on the road and I still don’t know why he asked about the color of the frosting.
"I don't want to think badly, but Cedric isn't helping. On the contrary, he's fueling my imagination."
I look at the imposing building disappearing in front of my eyes as we enter the parking lot. I can't control my heartbeat being alone with him here, and
