Annabella, hesitantly takes out a golden brown cake, her dark silky hair slightly tumbles from her flimsy bun,
" Urm, Boss, what does this man want? What type of icing? Or cake?"
She gasps in pain, lightly clutching her burnt finger, she hadn't put on any oven-gloves and had burnt herself by the oven's door,
" Do we not have a list?"
She continues to venomously glare at the oven.
" Urm, Boss, what does this man want? What type of icing? Or cake?"
She gasps in pain, lightly clutching her burnt finger, she hadn't put on any oven-gloves and had burnt herself by the oven's door,
" Do we not have a list?"
She continues to venomously glare at the oven.