“You ain’t gotta give me shit for doin’ somethin’ I wanna do, B.” “I know but I’m a giver, and…well…and nothing. Just accept them. Please…” “Bro,” Daun shook his head. He was speechless. “There’s something really special about these flowers,” Benz mentioned. “And what’s that?” he quizzed turning them on an angle to get a better view. Benz reached into the bouquet pulling off one of the buds then took a bite. Daun’s face was scrunched up in disgust until his eyes fell on the center of the flower. It…it was cake.
