(Requested by @ MelancholicMillie )

(Liling's pov:)

I stood there. Jamila opened the door. "Jeez, how long were you standing out there? Come on in!" Jamila said, letting me in. The warm Bakery was a nice difference compared to the cold outside. "Do you want a cookie?" She offered. "Thanks." I say. The cookie tastes delicious. All of Jamila's creations tasted good, though, so no surprise. "How are your desserts so good?" I exclaim. "I'll show you." Jamila said, pulling me into the kitchen. She got out ingredients and bowls of all sorts. "Let's bake a cake! You pick the flavor!" Jamila says enthusiastically and hands me a book. "I don't know, I'm not that good at baking." I say. "We'll change that!" Jamila guarantees. I flip through the pages and a strawberry cake catches my eye. "This one." I say. "Ooh! Good choice!" Jamila agrees. She starts step by step teaching me how to make it. It's really fun. We finish baking it and frost it. "We have to put some message or something on here in icing." Jamila says. "What should we put?" I ask. "Oh, I have an idea." She springs over to the icing and writes something on the cake and puts two strawberries on it. "Hm?" I look at it. It's our initials in a heart. "Aww," I say. She and I each cut a slice and eat it. "I don't know what's sweeter, you or this cake." I say. Jamila laughs at my bad joke. "I love you." Jamila says. "I love you too." I respond. We kiss then clean up the kitchen. I have to leave. She lends me a coat. Jamila waves and I give her a goodbye kiss.

What'd I tell you? She really is sweeter than the cake.