Afternoon carried me and my companions into Evie’s Bakery, quiet hum of ovens and glass cases shining with sugar. Amanda, smiling and steady, steered us through the tasting like she’d been waiting just for us.

Better Than Sex cake first. Devil’s food rich and shadow dark, chocolate chips hidden in the crumb. Whipped white frosting smoothed over, tangled with chocolate and caramel. Each forkful heavy with sweetness, melt and bite together, little bursts of joy.

Then sunshine cake. Yellow crumb, tender as a cloud, holding its weight under a plate of milk chocolate icing. The balance of bright and sweet, golden light under a darker crown, lifted everything a little higher.

We lingered, fork tapping the empty plate, warm air rising from the ovens, downstairs. We put an order in for both full cakes for an upcoming birthday party later this month.

When we stepped back outside, the sidewalk carried its own invitation. Hopscotch chalked in pastel squares, the word dance scrawled in the final box. Sunlight caught it just so, and for a moment it felt like the cakes had followed us out, turning the street into something just as sweet.

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