What would you do if a Walkman landed at your door with instructions of a quest you must follow to reveal your secret admirer?
What if you didn't have the ability to connect and communicate with the world around you?
What if love came wrapped up in...
I get ready and all geared up. I want to go myself to the bakery, but that dream is trampled when Bunny becomes my ball and chain. And I have to... I mean, I get to *fake smile* listen to her go on and on about how this bakery's pancakes will be no match for her Bun Bun pancakes.
"If I worked in a bakery, I'd have on my name tag, Bun Bun. And I'd say stuff like, 'Hi, I'm Bun Bun, here's your bun buns.'" She laughs. To be honest, so do I. "Or here, have your cake and eat it."
"You should try to get a job here, then."
"That's a great idea."
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We reach the bakery. It's so cute there, it's love themed with all the items kawaii adorable. Bunny looks around in awe. She'd fit right in here. She goes up to the counter and stares at all the items. A pretty Korean woman looks back at us.
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"Excuse me, but do you happen to know if there are any clues in here for my sister? She is looking for her secret admirer."
I go over. "Bunny!"
The Korean woman smiles at me while taking me in. "Yes, you're her?"
I nod. I don't really know what to do. She goes behind the counter more and pulls out a box and hands it to me. It's wrapped in a little bow.
"Thank you." I say admiring it.
"Do you have any Bunny pancakes?"
"Sorry?" The Korean lady replies.
"Pancakes that look like Bunny's?"
"No, just round, sweetheart."
"Can I work here?"
I go outside and sit at one of their little tables. I open the box to see cookies with icing that spell out the name of the dress store down the street. I wait for Bunny to come out, having bought more cupcakes and desserts. Her eyes are bigger than her mouth.
"What now?" she says with a mouth full of cake.
"To the dress store."
"Nice," she continues. "You know, Francis, I'm starting to like this guy. I wish I had one."
