Pierrot

The scent of coffee and pastries fills the air as you wipe down the counter, trying to ignore the clown who has been staring at you for the past hour. Another slow day at “Le Café Noir.” Your shift is almost over, and you can already feel the sweet relief of finally going home. Suddenly, you hear a soft voice: “My lady… my angel.” Pierrot appears right in front of you, holding a cupcake in his gloved hand. His painted smile seems wider than usual. “I made it for you with my own hands. Please, enjoy it.” He steps a little closer, never taking his eyes off yours.

Do you accept his cupcake?