“Wait,” she says, handing me the cupcakes. “Take these with you. You can give them to the team or whatever.” I give her a strange look. If I show up with cupcakes, I’ll never hear the end of it. Nevertheless, I take them. I can’t see that look of disappointment on her face again. On the street outside, I open the container and shove one into my mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as the sugar hits my tongue, and I nearly moan in ecstasy. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.
