Viya's POV
The moment I stepped inside, I spotted the birthday cake sitting on the dining table.
Honestly? I was surprised Caesar remembered my birthday.
We hadn't celebrated together in many years.
Forgetting would have been completely normal.
Caesar stood there staring at the cake, lost in thought. He opened the shoe cabinet and pulled out my slippers, his voice low and even. "Don't want cake anymore?"
"It's not that."
I shook off my distraction, changed into the slippers, and walked over to the table. My brow furrowed involuntarily. I glanced back at him over my shoulder. "Where did you order this from?"
I was surprised he'd remembered my birthday.
Now I was even more surprised he'd managed to find a baker with skills this questionable.
My beloved Doraemo
