The Cake
Das was extremely angry.
"Why does he hate me that much?" Das knew why Lucas hated him, but that wasn't actually the case. Lucas never hated Das or Angela in his life. They just can't get along, no matter how much they try.
Das walked to the chair he kicked, then picked it up and put it on the same spot as before.
He then slid the cake to the corner of the table and carried it from the hard plate below the cake.
"This is heavier than I thought." Das had always been fit and an athlete even though he hadn't trained or exercised in years.
He carried the cake through the door that he had left open after Das called Lucas to pick Elena up.
He walked down the stairs slowly and carefully as the cake was blocking his sight.
After walking down the last stair, Das stood before the door. Das tried to carry the cake with one hand and open the door with the other, but before he could do so, the door slightly opened, then it fully opened.