#Chapter 55: Flour Fight

Abby The ambiance of the restaurant after hours is one of muted stillness, a stark contrast to its bustling daytime persona. I absolutely cherish these moments, where the world seems to fade, and it’s just me and my culinary creations. Tonight, it’s not about a new dish or preparation for the next day’s service, nor is it even about the upcoming cookoff for the Alpha party competition. Instead, it’s personal. Chloe’s birthday is tomorrow, and there’s no way I’m going to let it slide without a special treat. Hence, the covert operation: baking her a surprise birthday cake and finalizing our party plans. The ingredients lay sprawled on the counter: flour, sugar, eggs, chocolate, vanilla extract, and a myriad of decorations. I’ve decided on a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting—her absolute favorite. As I start mixing the batter, a shadow unexpectedly looms over me. Startled, I nearly drop the whisk. Turning around, I’m met with the pier