Zasha placed her drawing book on the countertop as she stepped behind the counter, she flicked on the lights to her bakery.

Letting the cool lighting reflect of the plain walls and the glass cabinets.

She knelt down and adjusted the dial of her safe before hearing it click to unlock, she grabbed out a small fabric makeup bag and closed the safe, she dumped her bag in front of the safe before raising to her feet.

Zasha unzipped the makeup bag before entering her register log-in details and watching as the draw slide open.

She began to pull the total cash of three hundred dollars from the makeup bag, counting it and placing it in her register. She used her hip to close the register draw, she tucked the makeup bag under her bag before rising back up to her feet.

Zasha looked at her glass cabinets, eyeing which items needed to be made or refilled.

She took down end of day bundle deal and laid it on top of her drawing book. 

The smell of freshly baked cakes wafted through the bakery as Antonio pushed open the bakery door.

Zasha jumped to her feet as she gently slide the glass cabinet door closed "Antonio." She smiled as she tried to hide behind the truth, she had been told about him and Vera.

"Zasha," Antonio beamed with a plan as he inspected her glass cabinets "This feels very you." He noticed the delicate handwritten notes of the bakery items on display.

"Thanks?" Zasha was never sure how to take that.

"Right, my wedding." He beamed as Zasha watched him, he turned his attention to her as she stood behind the cabinet.

"I have several ideas." Zasha picked up her drawing book and began to flick it open.

"I'll be honest, Zasha. I don't care for weddings or cakes. If it was up to me, my girl and I would've gotten married long ago." Antonio tried to sound like himself rather than his father "So, I don't want a wedding cake, but my father needs a wedding cake."

Zasha flipped open her drawing book to the several wedding cakes she had drawn.

Antonio didn't focus on her drawings instead let his eyes wonder around the desert cabinet "If you and I were dating, what would you pick?"

"Me?" Zasha wasn't sure how to react to that "My girlfriend and I haven't talked about marriage." She looked down at her drawings "So, I honestly wouldn't know what to pick."

"Your gay?" Antonio flicked his eyes up at her.

Zasha nodded as she looked up at him, she felt like she had just said the wrong thing.

"I'm supposed to be marrying my girlfriend by the end of the year." He sighed as he rested his body against the counter as he placed his arms on the top of the counter "She's not someone I would've loved to been with."

"Than why are you marrying her?" Zasha curiously asked.

"It's arranged. My family has this thing about trust and power." Antonio shrugged slightly "I was supposed to storm into here, demand things go my way or else I'd have to force you to shut."

Zasha felt like her dreams in her career were hanging by a thread.

"Just pick a cake for me. Okay? I need a cake by the end of the month for our engagement party. Enough to cater for two hundred people. Just make it look pretty and taste nice, it'll shut my father up."

Zasha half heartedly smiled.

"Than we'll give you the details to our wedding."

Zasha nodded slightly.

"Oh, I do have one personal request."

Zasha paid attention.

"I know this cake is to please my father but please don't make it look old. I don't want sour looking topper things or foul tasting..." Antonio struggled to find the words to the traditional wedding cakes he had grown up with.

"We could do a taste in several days' time?"

Antonio shook his head.

"You'd be able to find what you like then."

Antonio shoved his hands into the pocket of his pants.

"But, Antonio. If I get it wrong than clearly your father will disapprove, and I could lose my career. If you come in several days' time, I'll have some cakes lined up that you and your fiancée could try."

Antonio straighten his posture, he looked out the glass door before returning his glance to Zasha "Fine. I'll be back by the end of the week. Happy?"

Zasha started to sense that Antonio responded to firm tones and struggled to make up his own mind.