Annabella groans, she had finished appling the icing on ten cakes, it was obvious Annabella thought she had done a good job since she took a few proud glances towards them.
She scorfully turns to Nemesis,
" Shrimp!! Be quiet and respect the damn customer!"
Her sharp, furious eyes shift to Tom,
" What cake would you like, s-sir? You can choose any from the display-shelf, but not here..."