I had a good laugh today at randomly realizing I have never seen Winston bake. He’s never offered me homemade goods, and his house never smelled like fresh-baked anything. Honestly, his kitchen was always immaculate like he never used it. I know I previously acknowledge that whole cupcake story was pure llama turds, but now realizing this? All I can do is shake my head and laugh. He must have been really nervous. Well, thinking about it, what he did was really bold. Who goes to a stranger’s house to holla? I’m glad he did and am making him a batch of red velvet cupcakes to remind him where we came from and to thank him for being in my life.