A few minutes later, while enjoying her cheese and ham sandwich and milk, Selina looked curiously at the cake that Luke was packing. "What's that?"
Luke said, "An opera cake. It occurred to me that both you and Elsa like tiramisu. An opera cake also has chocolate and coffee, but it's a little tricky to make."
Actually, it wasn't tricky so much as torturous.
Luke only made it because he didn't need much sleep, and the meticulous process was a way to stabilize his mood. It had taken him two hours last night to come up with this extremely difficult product.
He could also now add another fancy dessert to the recipe list for Selina.
Before Selina could say anything, Luke had already pushed a piece of the cake to her. "Don't eat too much, or it may put you off."
Selina said, "No way, I'll never get tired of this sort of bittersweet taste. Food like this is God's gift to me."
