Enzo did not really need to eat the cake made at the cafe because they had their own pastry chef, they made desserts that were found at the most high-end patisseries in the country. Enzo just needs to tell them what he wants, and they make it for him.
"It's okay baby, we'll just have it tomorrow. I know you've been asking me the whole day, but Uncle made a mistake, I'm sorry I had to work so late, tomorrow I promise to bring you here early," Gabriel winked and patted Enzo's little head.
"No, It's…," Enzo wanted to say it was okay, but Gabriel lifted him up in his arms just in case he wanted to divulge his secret that he didn't want to eat here. Sometimes Enzo was too smart for him, and he would tell them what he knew, that's how they usually caught Gabriel at the house when he did something naughty.
"Aww.. don't cry baby, it's okay, we'll just come again tomorrow," Gabriel said in a sad tone.
