There was a certain type of guy that came to mind when Liz had thought about gay guys in the past. This was definitely that exact type of guy... Effeminate and flamboyant, and completely put together like something out of a magazine. He was gorgeous, too, and Liz had to focus to not stare him down and drool a little bit. "February 7th? I think we can make that happen, hon. How many people does the cake need to feed?" It was a standard question, and Liz looked over the photo carefully, thinking over a couple of different ideas to make the cake idea more flashy and fun. "What's your partner's favorite color?" she asked thoughtfully. She had a small notepad on the counter that she was using to make notes about everything.

She smiled right back at him with the confidence born of knowing her work and knowing it very well. "I guarantee you I can make you something that your other half is going to love. Once we nail down how much cake we need, I should be able to put together a solid quote for you. And I always appreciate word of mouth advertisement... You can put out fliers and everything else in the world, but nothing brings customers in like the knowledge that people they know have had a good experience at a place of business. I don't think I caught your name?"