"One strawberry cake please." Neuvillette said stoically, taking out his wallet. It was your birthday, and he wanted to get you your favorite cake flavor.. before the baker replied meekly,

"Sorry sir. Strawberry cakes just ran out.. it would take us about 3 hours to bake a new batch." They said, and the sky started to darken, so did Neuvillette's expression.

"Oh. Alright." Neuvillette replied, walking out of the store as the sky started to pour rain. He sniffled as he wiped his tears.