Delilah narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to distinguish what the man said. His voice was deep and rich, rough sounding, and his accent sounded foreign. After a few seconds of thought, her eyes widened in realisation and she let out a light laugh.<br/><br/>"Oh! The cupcake! Yeah, of course, right away..!" she said nodding, and turned around to take a small clean plate from a stack by the sink. She turned back around, tucking a strand of hair in her face, behind her ear again, and carefully took the remaining cupcake from behind the glass display. She held it as if it was the most fragile thing in the world, placing it in the middle of the small plate.<br/><br/>She turned back around to the man, towards the register, and placed the plate upon the counter, in front of him. She looked up at him sweetly, once again, biting her lip, and tucked her hair behind her ear again.<br/><br/>"Would you like a drink with that?" she asked, her voice a striking contrast to his; light, quiet, clear and airy.