[The well-dressed young woman returns the next morning, with a single box on her tray this time. It holds a wedge of simple red velvet cake that will prove to be irresistibly light and fluffy, with lingering notes of dark cocoa and nutmeg.]
Scrawled across the inside of the box in large, dramatic cursive is a message written in bright purple highlighter. It says, 'Don't thank me too hard. This one was for me.'