"Do you want me to go with you?," said my colleague, R., and we were off to the races.
We went to Bread & Butter where I was told they have cupcakes as big as your face. They weren't lying. Those were no cupcakes, they were straight-up cakes.
We stood wide-eyed in front of the case for a few minute contemplating Reese's PB Cup or Red Velvet or unknown pink one. We eventually chose three. (The only guy in our office was able to refrain.)
As I was paying I looked to my left to see two gazelle-like models wearing tights for pants. Buying fruit.