When the mother of the girl came with her to make her birthday cake, Darius even chatted with them to greet the girl and bid them good luck. When he felt a heavy and hostile gaze on him, he returned the glare of the earlier irate woman. He knew well that it was because he willingly gave the station to someone when she couldn't even breathe in hers.
A small ridiculing smile came as Darius's answer before he ignored her. He only went to check up on Nicholai, who was making the fondant icing. For some reason, he felt like Nicholai was slightly motivated in making the cake. "Did something happen in the inner kitchen? You're motivated to do this correctly. Is there a surprise with that isomalt?"
"The sculpture seems to be done well. I just wish to do this perfectly." Nicholai didn't let out much, but Darius caught him winking at Dylan next to him.
