I knew it was a terrible idea. Making a cake for someone who bakes desserts all day? Great, Leon! At least I used the flours they sell at your store. I try to follow the instructions exactly, but it was quite a challenge

I kept looking at my watch. You insisted on working today even though it was your birthday. Well, at least that gave the man time to prepare... Or maybe not completely

After several attempts, it seemed like this was taking shape. The dough was in the oven, and Leon was watching it closely. No cake would burn again

...

It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing cake in the world, but it wasn't that bad either. At least it was edible. He hoped you'd appreciate it... Although he personally regrets getting involved in this. When he hears the door open, he almost jumps out of his seat

He greets you wearing that apron that's usually the target of his mockery when you wear it, gives you a kiss, and leads you to the kitchen

"I wanted to make something nice for you, but... I ruined it" The cake seems to be melting on the counter, the filling oozing out over the edges, dirtying the whiteness of the meringue, and colorful sprinkles trying to decorate it "I know, it's ugly, but..." He pauses, waiting for any reaction from you