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Crepes (Free de la hoya)💛

A young orphan boy named 'Free' was walking through town when he smelt a delicious aroma. He smelt it come from a small restaurant on the corner of the street. It was a small, dainty thin layer of wafer, wrapping delectable, soft chocolate, sweetly drizzling on ruby-red, plump strawberries with a piping of ganachè. Free was instantly in love with the scent,
and now he had to know how it tasted. What he didn't know was that this simple delecacy was going to change his life...

Town (Free P.O.V)
I was walking around town peacefully. I had nothing else to do, and I thought I'd explore a bit.
I took a deep breath and sniffed the air around me.
That's when I smelt it.
The scent was the sweetest and most alluring thing that had ever been through my nose.
I had to follow it.
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"There you go, 2 strawberry crepès with chocolate sauce, chocolate ganachè and vanilla ice cream."
"Thank you very much sir!"
"Crepès..." I thought. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I have seen lots of types of food in the forest, this isn't one of them.
I had to try it.
I sneaked in through the back and took one before taking off like a flash. I ate the crepe, all the sweet, soft flavours and textures rumbling in my mouth.
I was addicited. I felt I had no choice. Before I knew it, I was stealing one a day. I guess it got too easy for me ans I started to become more and more careless with my attemps to steal.
Until one day.... I got caught.
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3 months later (Nobody P.O.V)

"So... this is the 'squirrel' that keeps on stealing our crepes..."
"You're in a LOT of trouble young man."
The blonde looked confused and startled. He wanted to escape, and he had an opening. He was about to gun for it when a lady entered and said:
"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT KID HE'S SO CUTE! Who's is he?"
"Mine." A middle-aged man entered and claimed.
"Manager!" They greeted.
The blonde was rightfully confused.
"You stay right here you little brat!" One of the workers whispered
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They took the ladies order and she pat the small blonde on the head.
"OK NOW LIS." The angry worker was about to scold his voice out until The old middle aged man cut him off.
"What's your name kid?"
"Free." He said in a calm tone
"I sure hope you realize you owe this shop quite a bit of money. How many crepes have you stolen."
"90" The blonde replied
"And each crepe is $8, do you know how much money that is?"
"$720"
"So you're not just cute, you're a smart boy as well... and the customers, especially the ladies, seem to like you. How about a deal?"
"What do you suggest."
"You work for us for 45 days, 2 hours each day, and I'll consider your debt repaid, so what do you say?"
"Sure, but how am I supposed to work..."
"Well, you can be a waiter..."
"I don't want to deal with so many people... I mean, I can cook a bit, and I've sneaked in here enough to know how to make everything on the menu..."
"Ok, as long as you're supervised... so it's a deal?"
"Deal, what's your name?"
"Marco, or manager to you. So, when are you free?"
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1 month later
"Free! I need a sirloin steak with a side of mashed potato and gravy on the side"
"Coming right up!"

(Marco P.O.V)
(*THIS PART CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE AND SENSITIVE TOPICS)
Free was adapting nicely. Surely, he was an excellent chef, at so young as well.
But that's what scared me.
Soon, Free will leave. I wasn't worried about the effect that would have on the business, but
... Because I might not see Free again.

He reminded me... so much of him.