The Cake

The cakes sat invitingly in the cooler, the reds and purples of the summer fruit glistened tantalisingly in the artificial light, the merengue whispered seductively like a siren attracting sailors onto its choppy waves, while the chocolate cake sat there nonchalantly knowing it didn’t need gimmicks to attract hungry customers, its chocolatetiness was enough.

The girl in the white shorts bounced in to the cafe and admired the sweet temptations. She was short and shapely, all curves and loops. Even her hair was curved and bouncy, circlets bouncing on her shoulders as she walked. She smiled as she pointed at the chocolate cake vindicating its arrogance. But the cake was destined not to be eaten. Bouncer was still smiling as she held the cake out in front of her. She looked around the cafe, the place was full of the usual mixture of students studying for exams, business people conducting deals and friends ignoring each other preferring their mobile phones. She spotted her prey and bounced over to her.
Her prey was sitting talking to a group of friends, she was taller than bouncer but with similar curves, long jet-black hair, sunglasses perched on her head. Without warning Bouncer tipped the cake and ground it into the dark haired girl's head. Nuggets of cake fell into her lap while a sludge of chocolate became tangled in her black hair.
‘You keep away from Andy’ said Bouncer as she turned on her heel and bounced out. My eyes followed her wondering who Andy was and why the prey should keep away. I wasn't the only one wondering. As I watched the attacker make her get away I heard the prey say.
‘But I don't know anyone called Andy.’