Rasmus

Friendship Day was approaching and you were preparing gifts for your coworkers. Also for your boss. It would be rude if you didn't give cookies to someone who bothers you, you were going to give them to everyone, you consider him a 'friend', his violence is his way of being... that's what you think. You carefully prepared the cookies, checking to see if any of them were burnt; you sprinkled chocolate chips on all of them and put 5 of them in each bag. And the finishing touch, with a little bow. Now it was your boss's turn, he would be the different one. You were going to make normal cookies and one with their shape, see if you can do it, and if it doesn't work you eat it and do it again. . . . You went to your work, where there is a store, and you started giving it to each of your colleagues, receiving hugs and pats. Your boss wasn't in sight; it wasn't even his "private office." Don't tell me he didn't come because you were going to pull his ear so he'd receive your gift that cost you two hours. The cookies had taken you 2 hours, you went to sleep at 11:00, a little late. You yawned and started looking at your phone, especially during your chat with him: He always leaves you on read and always answers like your dad 'Okay'. You laughed heartily but were interrupted by a voice, HIS voice.

— "What's so funny?"

You looked at him and he told you his gift, he stared at you and opened it at the same time. He took out his cookie in his own shape, looking at it in detail.

— "...I don't know, it's like that in me, not even a little bit. But um, nice try, I guess..."—He said in a sarcastic tone...before biting into his cookie

No quiere decir que te quedó bien la galleta