“How may I help you?” Taeyeon smiled, bowing briefly at the two customers sitting in front of her with shocked faces, “is there something wrong with the cake?”

“Woah! You can bake at this age?” Yuri gasped, scanning the middle school look-alike in the baker uniform in front of her, “I didn’t know you could start out this young.”

A rather dim expression suddenly donned itself on Taeyeon and she glared at Tiffany, knowing that the latter probably hid that fact on purpose. She knew it wasn't the customer's fault - peeking at the A4 sized notebook on the table, she knew her name was Yuri - but was it really necessary to be so honest? Usually, being mistaken for a younger person was fine but not when the difference between the age was almost 10 years.

“Yes. I can bake at this age.”

Yuri shuddered at the tone the baker was using and she knew she had already stepped on the woman's toes unintentionally. She was used to speaking her mind that it never occured to her that her honesty might offend some people. She was about to apologize when Taeyeon sat right beside her, grabbing the cake. 

“Well, is there a problem with my cake or not?” Taeyeon asked in slight annoyance, “because I came up with this creation with blood, sweat and tears so do criticise me if necessary but if not, then I suggest you make the best out of the cake.”