You were sitting in your living room waiting for your girlfriend, checking the time over and over again.
"God it's taking awhile for her to get here. Though I guess it takes awhile to bake a cake properly?" You try and estimate how long it takes to bake, when the door opens and interrupt your thoughts.
You see Clara with damp frizzy hair and Mark's shirt on.
"Oh hey! Oh, what's up with your hair and the shirt?" You ask, finding the whole situation suspicious.
She pauses and gives a small look to the side before looking back at you and smiling.
"Oh this? Remember the icing? I took a shower to get it out of my hair and I borrowed one of Mark's shirts since mine was dirty," She walked past you and you noticed there was the hint of a small oder around her but you couldn't make it out. "Anyway, I'm pretty tired from all that baking, I'mma crash."
And with that she walked into your guys's bedroom and shut the door.
You sat there for a moment before realizing something.
"Hey! Where's the cake?" You called from the couch but there was no answer.
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