“One slice of strawberry cake please,” you ordered, watching the cashier take the cake out and place it on the counter.
“You’re lucky. That’s the last one,” she smiled at you and held out her hand. You were just about to place the money on her hand, but out of nowhere another hand landed there and left a $5 note, a voice telling her to “Keep the change!”
“Hey!” you called out, reaching for the person’s shoulder and turning him around, only to find out that you knew him.
“(Name),” he stated.
“Arthur,” you said back, just as bluntly.
The two of you just stood there for a few moments, before you continued.
“Um…I believe I bought that first.”
“No, I paid for it first,” declared Arthur.
“But I ordered it!”
“Yes, but who gave the money first?”
“I was giving it! You blocked my way!”
“Either way I bought it first. I’m planning on giving this to my girlfriend.”
“And what does that have to do with me?!”
“Nothing. I just bought it first and so the cake is mine,” he told you, gaining a glare from you.
There was a mini glaring contest right in the middle of the shop, the tense atmosphere scaring and confusing the other customers, before the two of you suddenly started laughing, making them even more worried than before.
“Well, nevermind. The cake is yours this time,” smiled Arthur, handing it to you.
“No, no, you paid for it, you keep it.”
“No, I insist (Name). Please take it.”
“…Alright. But wait, weren’t you going to give this to your girlfriend?” you asked knowingly.
Smiling, he walked up to you and placed a kiss on your cheek, before you telling that,
“I just did~”