“What kind of cake is it?” He asked. Sovanna’s eyes swung to the cake table, where everyone began to gather around before landing back on him. His question seemed warranted, but in this moment of all things to ask, that was it? She answered anyway. “Strawberry and white.” “Damn. That’s too bad. I’m more of a chocolate fan. You know, the super moist kind that melts in your mouth.”
