It was a nice place, he had to admit. Even nicer that his. Like every Friday night, Joe waits patiently at one of the cute tables at his rival's pastry shop. It was a healthy tradition between archenemies, like she called it. At the end of each week they would get together to joke around and judge each other's new recipes. It's not exactly what rivals do. But Joe likes it this way. He liked being her friend.

As the last customer leaves her pastry shop, Joe gets up and grabs his box of cupcakes. He can't help but grin as thinks about the heartbreaking criticism he'll receive from her. "Ready to taste the best cupcakes in the world?" He calls out as walks into the kitchen. "About time to close, sweets. But no worries, I locked the door for you."