An unsuspecting boyfriend enters his apartment to the sound of muffled lip smacking. Flinging open the bedroom door, he discovers his girlfriend doubled over in pleasure and surrounded by empty, elegant tin cans.
BF: What’s going on here!?
GF: So tasty. I can’t control myself. It’s Harry Bakes.
BF: I thought you were satisfied?
GF: Me, too. Until I found out what this Puerto Rican pastry god can do with his hands. Lavender-scented truffles! Dark chocolate cake drizzled with French brandy! Pumpkin spice flan!
BF: Stop! It’s not natural.
GF: Yes, it is. He doesn’t use preservatives or artificial flavors. Plus, with a guava-filled red chiffon cake covered in rose petal ganache, he’s richer than you’ll ever be.
BF: Well, I know one thing he can’t do.
GF: Yeah, right. He hits the sweet spot every time.
Harry Bakes (786-207-4468 or harrybakes.com).