Sara’s pov
“How does it taste?” Martin asked me and I looked at him.
“What is happening here?” I asked him and he just frowned.
“I am asking how the cake tastes?” he asked me, and I nodded.
“Not bad,” I answered and then looked at the heart shaped cake. He has been doing stunts like this for a week now.
I think he is trying to get me to tell him that I love him.
The last time when I said it first, it didn’t really end well so hell no.
I am not saying anything now, I would rather die than say it first.
If he doesn’t say it first then I will never ever say it as well.
“But why does it look like that?” I asked him and he frowned.
“How can you be so unromantic?” he asked taking the cake and storming away like a child.
How can someone be so dramatic?
If he wants to hear the
