Catering with Love
I said, thinking Tyson looked exactly like the algebra teacher I'd had in high school, and Wyatt probably had his hands full with hormonal teeaged girls who thought their gym teacher was hot.
"She brought us cake," John added, lifting the cake an inch as proof, when his friends still didn't respond.
"Red velvet," I offered, and they finally shook off their shock.
"Red velvet? My favorite, don't tell Jan," Ty joked before taking a sip of Coke.
I assumed Jan was his wife and said, "I promise."
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