AN: I'm just happy today. No, seriously. It's taking all of my self-control to type this instead of bouncing off the walls. WHHEEEEE!
Disclaimer: Shouldn't you know by now I don't own ½ Prince? I sure wish I did, because then I'd be rich….
Everything that belongs to the story ½ Prince belongs to the amazing, wonderful, and badass Yu Wo.

I rolled my shoulders, exhausted. I was currently at work, selling cakes and using the charm I control well to get men to buy extras.
Underhanded, but so very satisfying to see I'm awesome and control people well. The boss fight last night completely exhausted my brain. When I saw myself in the mirror this morning, I was surprised by the bags under my eyes. I suppose losing all reason and blacking out in a rush of adrenaline and pure utter flaming rage takes a toll to your brain.
How could I know, I'm not a doctor!
I was musing in thought when Cati walked into the store. The awesome GM who created Sara. I quickly jolted out of my thoughts and rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. Cati looked exactly as she did in-game.
"Cati?" I asked hesitantly.
"Layla?" She exclaimed.
"If you're here, then it seems that everyone I know in Second Life lives somewhere near me…" I murmured before adding, "And it seems you all like cake… Speaking of which, why did Sam want a red velvet cake?"
"You work here?" I nodded at her question.
"I quite like it. Except when Sam comes sauntering in. But that was only one time.."
"Oh by the way! About you mentioning the Ghoul Boss last night, what happened with that?" I remembered I had gotten into the city and promptly logged off.
Sam was by the city gates, flirting with a group of girls with his friend.
I wasn't angry, there was just a twinge somewhere inside me that hoped, just hoped he wasn't a womanizing bastard, and I logged off before he could spot me and wave me over to flirt with me like the rest of his little group.
"Oh yeah, that guy?" I placed a hand over my imaginary goatee and stroked it, deep in thought. It's a habit I never got over. "Well, when I got out of my self-induced rage, which made me black out, I noticed him falling down dead, and all my potions missing. Huh, fancy that…"
"… What?" She asked.
"I killed him. Man, I can't even remember the fight! Must've been intense. I wish I remember! Ugh!" I angrily said. She merely stared at me in shock before asking,
"So what level is Sara now?"
I paused.
What level WAS Sara?
As I began stroking my imaginary goatee again, Sam walked into the bakery. He spotted Cati, and stopped dead in his tracks. I halted my thoughts, staring at his face for any hint of shame, and noticed his eyes were green.
I happen to be quite the fan of green eyes, I'll have you know. But to be down-to-heart honest, I prefer his in-game silver ones.
They're like stars! They twinkle, I swear! Makes me want to pluck them out and-
Woah there, getting this game has made me violent.
"Awkwaaard," I supplied, stretching out the 'ward' part. His eyes darted from me, to Cati, to the girl when she entered the store. The girl looked around seventeen, her last year of high school. Her eyes were a playful light emerald green and her red hair had a streak of pink in it, tied messily into a ponytail. She looked awfully familiar, and I just can't place where!
"Gingy!" Cati called out, happily. My mouth dropped open.
"Why the hell is everyone popping out like pumpkins! This is a damn bakery, and if you people didn't come here to buy cakes, then leave!" I felt a vein throbbing on my head as I yelled.
"Now come on, Sara! I know you want to aggravate Sam a bit!" I turned my attention to her specifically and snapped to her.
"Just buy a damn pastry!"
She sighed and began examining the elegant cakes on display, before moving on to the cupcakes. Ginger had turned her head to the side at my in-game name and Sam looked a bit surprised.
"I thought you said you didn't play virtual –"
"Close your mouth before I close it for you! I was in a good mood before all of you came here!" I yelled.
"LAYLA! Quit yer yappin' at the customers! Or else I'll fire ye!" I heard my boss yell from the kitchen. I visibly cringed.
"Sorry boss! I'll try to be nicer!" I called over my shoulder. I heard a very loud sigh before shrugging and turning my attention to the trio in front of me. Sam clearly had questions. I shot him a very cold look and he took a few steps back. Ginger was absorbed in cookies. Cati had a smile at the edge of her lips. I reached into the display and grabbed a double chocolate chip cookie before handing it to Ginger.
"On the house!" I smiled. I heard Sam mutter something about me being bipolar.
Maybe I am. Am I? I heard Cati call me over to ask me some questions about a specific fruit tart. I answered all her questions, getting to the brink of boredom.
Huh. I guess I am bipolar! Teehee! After about five minutes of answering her questions (and repeating some answers), glaring at Sam, and wondering if I should give Ginger another freebie, another person walked into Lazy Bakery. She was pretty, I'll give her that.
So you folks know, I have no qualms about calling another girl pretty. Or beautiful for that matter. The only people who really catch my eye are smexy bishies.
Uhh… as I was saying, the woman had short brown hair, parted in a fringe to her left side, just barely avoiding her eye. Her eyes were a pretty and soft brown. I grumbled 'She's almost as pretty as me!' I paid no attention to her figure or any more of the features on her head.
I didn't want my mood to get any worse if she WAS prettier than me. I saw Sam turn his head from the corner of my eye and I quickly turned my eyes involuntarily to see him grin wickedly before realizing he was grinning before plastering on a poker face.
That lecherous bastard…
Maybe he was staring at me earlier? I really didn't want to know.
I heard Ginger gasp and I quickly turned my head. She was grinning over a certain ginger cookie. It was red and had ginger root carefully embellished on it. I had no doubt it tasted like the damn stuff, too.
Maybe Gingy is obsessed with ginger? I rubbed my temples as I walked over behind the display case.
I have a growing headache.
The woman who came in seemed to know exactly what she wanted. As I sold Gingy three cookies, she had made the extremely short walk to the display case and mused over a strawberry tart. Souiree d'angel, it was called.
Personally, it was my favorite. I couldn't remember the exact translation of the delicious pastry, but I do remember it was something about an angel.
The angel's smile?
I do remember though that a girl named Ichigo invented the tart when in a baker's off. I forget where (oh you just love my memory don't you?) but she created the tart on the spot to win the finals. I had heard it was based off of her grandmother's recipe; she couldn't make the exact one because she'd need a certain strawberry grown on special soil. She created different fillings to please the different judges. She suited all of their tastes, and they glowed happily as if in heaven.
Her opponent, also a very skilled baker, was furious that she lost to a thirteen year old girl when she was older, more experienced, and believed she was more beautiful.
I got sidetracked there; it was unarguably my favorite dessert in the WORLD! Only Ichigo knew how to make it; she sent a few to our bakery every month.
Speaking of which, I forgot to buy the whole stock this month…
So the woman bought the tart, thanked me, and left without sending a glance to anyone else. Gingy left a second afterwards, nomming on a cookie. Cati followed shortly afterwards, buying whatever it is she bought. I really didn't pay attention. Then Sam was left.
"So, are you going to buy something or not? I'd like to leave when my shift ends in five minutes," I told him seriously. He widened his eyes, remembering he came here for another cake.
Oh hey there, it's not like you came to stare at the beautiful me, did you?
Wait, I wouldn't be surprised if he did…
"Oh yeah! Another red velvet cake, please.."
"Jeez, it's not like we don't have anything else." I murmured, catching his attention as he flushed.
"I don't know much about cakes." He said uncomfortably.
"Well, it's not like we have signs in front of them, telling you their names! It's not like I'm just here to stand here!" I retorted.
"Layla!" My boss warned. I grimaced again.
"I said I'd try! I didn't say I promise!" I called over my shoulder.
"Why did you lie about playing Second Life?" He looked at me, hurt, probably hoping to guilt-trip me.
"Cuz I didn't want you to come here and irritate me during the daytime, too." I answered flatly. He chuckled.
"Well, beautiful, at least you feel something for me." I snapped right then and there.
"Don't even try." I hissed, feeling two veins throb.
"But honey! You know you like it." He whispered, leaning over the display case.
"If you get any closer, you'll be in my killing zone." I growled.
"Heh, killing? Only by your hands." He murmured.
"You asked for it." I ended up snarling. I punched him in the face, as I heard a satisfying crunch.
I broke his nose! I did a small victory dance before yelling to my boss.
"My shift's over! Bye!" I skipped out of the shop before I got fired for breaking a customer's nose.

AN: Heh heh… Layla isn't just good at shooting people full of arrows… Well, I had a great time writing this chapter.
Oh me gosh, I forgot to write something in it! Meh, I'll leave that to a whole chapter on its own.
Oh and remember that woman. *wink wink*
Reviews? Please? I'll give you a hug! And I'll write Sam and Layla fluff if I ever get to twenty reviews! Come on, we all know they'd make an amazing couple!
Yes, I did just bribe you all. You know you want to review me! You know it!