FIRST BOOK OF WRITING INDUSTRY: SERIES
Anders Anderson is a 26-year-old dominant man who epitomizes perfect and unfaltering masculinity. The proprietor of a publishing company that's holding the sexiest best-seller novels, books, and magazines. He s...
A/N: Don't be confused, everyone. Your freaking Author here decided to try the third person's POV, and here it is now! Tell me if there's anything wrong. Enjoy!
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Fabio's mini library/cafe was once again flooded with customers, consisting of students, visitors, kids, and even old ones. Customer after customer, Fabio couldn't help but beam at the sight. Nonetheless, the cafe stayed completely quiet, giving consideration to the people, reading books.
Fabio noticed that the visitors were liking the taste of his coffee, flashing their smile at Fabio. Much to his likeness, he got up from his seat and went upstairs to get some stock. He thinks that for such a small coffee machine, he's earning something he didn't expect.
Entering the stock room, he beamed at the view of boxes of natural coffee and tea. After getting enough count of them, he giddily exited his room and walked downstairs. The customers are very much happy and willing to wait, as they flashed smiles at the hurrying man. Oh, it's not just coffee, he was carrying a box of finished flour.
He hurried up and wore his kitchen dress, as he started preparing the equipment that he'll need. Time passes and the flour is ready to be baked, much to Fabio's joy. He also made a special one, which looks like a cute round bread that has three holes. The eyes and the mouth. It's a random face with a halo above its forehead.
It's an image of an Angel. He couldn't help but smile, as he thinks of Anderson's face and the pet name 'Angel' that was given by the man. Fabio then shakes his head to brush the thought, and proceeds to bake, but the smile stays tattooed on his face. Time passed and he found himself humming while staring at the coffee machine, as the timer started ticking.
"Uncle Fabio, I'm here! Where are you?" The quietness of the cafe was cut by a joyous voice, coming from a little boy, wearing a cute school uniform, catching the attention of the customers.
Chuckling in amusement, Fabio hurried to the kid before he flashed an apologetic smile to the heads that were looking at the kid, though not annoyed, but smiling at the cuteness of the kid.
"What are you doing here, Bonnie? Don't you have your classes? It's Monday, which means you do have." Fabio asked, whispering at the kid.
Bonnie grinned, and shook his head. "I didn't go, uncle Fabio. I don't want to be there just to hear simple problems that I already know. And besides, I don't need to study." The kid rambled with enthusiasm, making Fabio sigh.
It's true tho, he knows everything about school, and that's why they aren't hearing any complaint against the kid. He's a writer just so they know. A writer of hundreds of books. But his brother, Anderson kept his name hidden. Saying, it is for his sake. And Fabio has no idea about that. Who was he in the first place?
