Caught With Time
There was a glass table and several desserts and treats on display. They were all on a round layered platform: frosted cupcakes, mini-pies, quiches, and event fruits tarts. Strawberry shortcakes. Apple pies. Black Forest Cake. Blueberry Croissants. All and every kind of sweet delight that you could think of was on the table—which was queer enough when you realized it was a small circular table that was just fit for two people.
Although at the very moment, there was only one who was seated in front of the table. Albeit they were kind of out of it, a teacup and saucer was in front of them but they weren't touching it at all. It could have been a man or a woman. One didn't actually know since they were cloaked—but he had been identified as a man by a somewhat perceptive woman.
Not that she was here.