There’s something about cream cake that just calls to you—especially when it’s sitting there in the fridge, all soft, sweet, and waiting. And today, it was calling Lala.
She had tried to ignore it at first. Really, she had. But the craving grew stronger and stronger, until she couldn’t resist. While everyone else was busy, Lala made her move.
Quiet as a whisper, she tiptoed to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door just a crack… and there it was: the cream cake. Fluffy, creamy, and oh-so-inviting. With a cheeky little smile and a sparkle in her eye, Lala reached in, carefully took a piece, and made herself a tiny slice of happiness right there in front of the fridge light.
Was it sneaky? Maybe just a little. But in that moment, it was her own secret joy—cold cake, quiet fridge, and pure delight.
Of course, the cake didn’t go unnoticed for long. But instead of trouble, Lala got smiles—and a reminder that next time, cake tastes even better when shared.
