On and on, Berry went marching forward, each step he took accompanied by a happy whistle. The cake he had beautifully crafted was admired over and over again, like he wasn't the one who baked it. He couldn't wait to show it to Stuart. He was sure that Stuart's expression would be priceless.
His steps abruptly stopped when he reached the center of the restaurant where the chaos was taking place. Sensing the tension around him, he slowly lifted his eyes from the cake, shock adorning his face as he took in the ever-so-familiar formation of the bodyguards and the face of Flynn. His hands trembled, almost dropping the cake, and there was this strong voice in his head telling him to make a run for it, but his feet were glued to the ground and he couldn't move.
