She baked me a cake.
She brought it to my room around 4PM yesterday, and I ate some. It was yummy chocolate with fudge on it. We sat around in my room for a while, watched some Strawberry Clock on Newgrounds, and then went to physics.
After physics we walked around the city, got some food, and then went back to my place.
It was, after all, the night of the champagne soiree. Only 2 bottles were consumed, and some of that was spilled all over - some on the bed; some elsewhere.
More time well-spent. Entertaining, heightening, intimate.
I guess I should go shower now.
She baked me a cake.
No one has ever baked me a cake, other than my mother.
She baked me a cake.