Chapter 7: Romancing Milla

Sasha has baked a cake. Isn't it sweet? Now to impress Milla…

Thanks for the mail! There's a dance tonight, so I have to take a shower, and I came up with this in the gym while I was waiting for the other classes to go. Consequently, it's not really that long.

He felt her confusion as she walked into the dorm. He felt her surprise as she saw the cake on the table, decorated with the kinds of flowers you can buy in a food store. She waked into her room and he felt her further confusion as she saw the daffodils on her pillow. She read the note. It said, "Look behind you." She did. By this time, of course, he was no longer invisible. Her reaction to seeing that he had snuck into her room was, of course, screaming at him.

"SASHA! You… You…"

Her cheeks reddened with anger.

"Milla, I've realized that I love you. Do you want to… you know… do you want to go out for coffee?"

He could tell that she knew that he meant more romantic things. They both knew that he was horrible at phrasing things.

"How about smoothies, darling? It's getting late, and we can we can try the wonderful cake that you made."

"Umm… How about not? It… Probably isn't that good."

"Oh, come on, darling, it can't be that bad. Let's try it. And if it isn't that good, I'll tell Alicia she'd like it."

"Umm… Why?"

"Oh, come on, darling, you think I didn't notice when you didn't like my hot chocolate? That was mean of her. I'll just suggest to her, the same way that she did to you, that it's an absolutely wonderful cake. That sound good, darling?"

"Umm…"

"Oh, don't worry, darling, she'll get it."

Later

"Wait, darling. We've been together for two months, right?"

"To the day."

"So then that little cake gets two candles." She busied herself with sticking two candles into the cake and lighting them. The pair blew them out together, Sasha at Milla's urging.

About a minute later

"It is kind of bad, huh, darling? Umm… If you don't mind my asking, what kind of cake is it?"

"Chocolate."

"Oh… I guess I thought there was something else in it."

"No."

She took another, small bite.

"No, I guess not. I'll cut us some apples, okay, darling?"

"Okay."

…Yeah. At least he tried. Omg, I can't believe I wrote that up in just, like, a couple minutes. Of course, it took up tons of space in my notebook, but that's different…

Anyway, I have scary images of Sasha baking now. They really freak me out.