You were having a pretty bad day—you had to settle a harsh argument between Burt and Celci, since Burt claimed that Celci was always berating his work and his department overall.

You walked into the mess hall exasperated, desperate for some sort of quiet until noticing a familiar figure digging himself into some sweets—chocolate cake. It didn’t take long for the figure to turn around and notice you—it was Mark.

His face flustered, his face smeared with chocolate. “..want cake?”

How stupid..