Molly packed the coffee cake into a large round tupperware container, that she was surprised John even owned, and left it in the backseat when they got to work since with the crisp weather, it would have no problem lasting in the car. John kept trying to sneak a piece in the evening but she wouldn't let him, and eventually he gave up when she told him the caramel sauce would burn his mouth. He was excited to show off her skill to his friend and felt lucky that he could get spoiled with homemade baked goods, but still said he was upset that he'd have to share.
"Are you going to bake something for Saturday as well?" He asked.
"Saturday? How come?"
John grinned. "For your birthday!"
She rolled her eyes. "Shouldn't you be the one making a cake then?"
They made their way to their office,
