The Lion's den

I went outside trying to keep a polite smile… until I saw my loving Grandma casually chatting with a driver she previously called a “gangster”. I walked closer and got absolutely stunned. The fearsome guy in the black suit was eating a piece of cheesecake my Grandma made!

“The secret is to wait until the biscuit gets a little colder… only then you should add the layer of cheese melted with pudding and milk,” she was telling him her recipe for the cake.

My jaw literally dropped. That guy, who looked like Caucasian Shepard looking at my Granny – the barking Chihuahua, was eating the cake she brought for him on a white-pink plate, and kept nodding his head trying to memorize her words.

“Granny… what's going on here?” I asked laughing hysterically.

“Oh, nothing… I was just telling Joe my secrets for baking,” she giggled.

“You… were telling… “Joe&