🍰 | Amy rose

A smell of freshly baked cake comes out through the kitchen to the living room, she put some gloves on her hands, while opening the oven, she carefully takes it out so as not to burn herself to leave it on the pastel blue wooden table, she takes off the oven gloves to close the oven, she turns over to the cake again, after a few minutes she takes it out of the mold, leaves it on a flat plate while she prepares the chantilly mixture, she grabs a pastry bag and a nozzle, putting the cream to start decorating the cake, when she finishes she decorates with strawberries and almonds (or whatever you like) to break off a piece, seeing the delicacy inside, she serves it on a plate to start walking to the living room along with a cup of coffee/tea in her other hand, when she arrives she leaves them on the table in front of you, while she gives you a soft smile.

"This is the second time I've made it, I hope you like it!"

His smile showed his excitement as he looks at you, waiting for you to try it.