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I have been coming to her bakery for nearly a year now.

It took me almost six months just to work up the nerve to even speak about things non cake related.

Here she was this caramel-colored goddess, and I was at a loss for words.

She was shaped like a woman should be shaped curvy, with thick thighs and big s.

I was mute the first time she spoke to me and when she smiled all logical thoughts fled from my brain.

It’s crazy considering what I do for a living I am surrounded by models and beautiful women on a regular basis but none of them made me just want to sit in a corner wearing dark sunglasses and stare at them all day.

Our translator Kim is the one who first put me onto her place.

“You gotta check this bakery out in Koreatown it has the best cake I have ever tasted, and the Korean treats are to die for.” She raved.

“What’s even more awesome about it is that the owner is not even Korean! She’s black!”

Now that got my attention.

“Black? And she runs a Korean bakery?” I asked.

“Well, it’s not so much a Korean bakery as it is a bakery that knows how to make Korean desserts and breads I mean she should seeing how her place is in the heart of Koreatown.”

“I go there every Saturday and get some sort of dessert and bread for Sunday dinner at my eomma’s house.”

“If I show up there without a cake or bread my mom pouts all day.” She giggles cutely.

“It’s that good?” Bam Bam asks.

“It’s better than good it’s amazing! Too bad you guys can’t indulge otherwise I’d take you there.”

“Who says we can’t indulge? As long as it’s in moderation we can eat whatever we want.” Jackson adds.

“Besides the concert isn’t until Friday and we are in the “Windy City” I want to get out and explore!” I speak.

“There is Millennium Park, Wrigley Field, Navy Pier, The Sears Tower, Frank Lloyd Wright House and I am looking forward to seeing all I can see in the next two days.”

“Great so you wanna head to the bakery in an hour or so?” Kim replied.

“We can leave now if you’re ready all this talk about sweets made me want cake.’’ Mark said.

“I actually miss American style cakes I hope it’s made with the sickly-sweet American buttercream.” He added.

“You already know!!” Kim said chuckling.

“I’ll meet you guys in the lobby let me grab my bag from my room.” She said.

“You guys better put on your masks otherwise you’re sure be recognized.”

“Right, I forgot about that.” I chuckled and grabbed my jacket and mask heading out the door with the guys.

Forty-five minutes later we were walking through the main entrance of a busy market in Koreatown in Chicago.

“Wow it’s a lot bigger than I thought not as big as LA or New York but a really decent size.” Mark said.

“I love that it’s not so big and overwhelming because you can actually stop at all the markets and buy stuff without getting trampled over, ah here it is.” She says pointing to the front of building.

“Bake My Day Bakery and Confections.” It was written in English and in Hangul.

“Why does that sound familiar?” I asked.

“It’s a play from Clint Eastwood’s “make my day phrase that he said in his Dirty Harry movies clever huh?” She said.

“Actually, it is.” Jackson says walking inside.

We follow and look around.

“Wow this place is really nice.” He says walking up to the display counters and looking at the cupcake towers.

“This food is art.” Mark says walking up on side of him looking around.

I walk a little further down and looking into the cases as I pass them up.

It smells incredible in here and my mouth is starting to water.

I come to the end and see my all-time favorite cake displayed on the top of the counter.

At this point the drool is settled in my mouth like a swimming pool and I go to the cake like a magnet drawn to a charge.

“Oh, I see you found the prize, her carrot cake and cookies have won awards all over the city.” Kim says.

The cake itself is beautiful the sides are covered with nuts and the top has decorative carrots on topmost likely to signify what flavor the cake is.

I hear some classic R&B music playing in the background and I strain my neck to see where it’s coming from. I walk back to where the guys are still hunched overlooking in the cases and see an open door that leads into a huge kitchen.

I walk further to the left to get a better view and see her.

She is wearing a pink chef jacket, black leggings and pink and black adidas on her feet.

Her hair is covered by a white hair net, and she is laughing at something the man standing next to her said.

I lean back as to not be so obvious that I am staring but I can’t help it she is beautiful.

The man starts swaying to the music and takes her hand for her to join him.

He spins he around and she giggles, and I chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” Mark asks walking over.

“Nothing.” I say quickly walking away so I don’t get caught.

I walk over to where the guys are placing their orders and I put in my order.

I look at the name tag the clerk is wearing “Paris.” I say and she smiles.

“That’s my name sugar what can I get you?” She gives me a flirty smile.

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