"Wow. Marcus Shaw, your classmate is really nice." Eleanor Taylor's eyes lit up, "This cake is limited edition, you have to line up early to get it, when I usually go with friends, it takes a bit of luck to come across it."
Marcus Shaw: "..." I knew he was up to no good.
Oliver Scott: "..." Begging not to be exposed.
Her gaze wandered over the three of them, finally landing on the nervous yet composed Oliver Scott, and Nora Scott suddenly understood, letting out a light laugh and naturally looking away.
She turned to Eleanor Taylor and said, "Let's eat first then."
"Okay, I'll go get them."
Eleanor Taylor hurried to the kitchen and brought out all the small cakes.
Five small cakes, one for each, leaving one behind.
A few minutes later, the four of them sat around the sofa, each holding a small cake, but the atmosphere was silent to the point of being nearly silent—unable to find a suitable topic to talk about.
