It was like any other day.
I watched as the sun shined through the window. After the letter yesterday, I couldn't help but feel just the slightest giddy.
As I swept the cafe a bit, I noticed he wasn't here today.
How strange.
I continued sweeping, watching the birds chirp happily outside.
After sweeping and cleaning the windows, I decided to take a short break. I re-read Mister Bright Blue's letter.
Suddenly I have this strange fluffy feeling overwhelm me. It's like cotton candy and marshmallows on top of whipped cream.
Yes I am comparing this odd feeling to our store's dessert.
As I was about to pack up the cleaning supplies, my co worker stopped me and gave me the left over desserts.
I thanked them and merrily made my way to the front of the store to pack up.
The desserts were in a delivery box. I sat down and opened the box. Inside had been 3 smaller slices of cakes.
If I remember correctly, the one drizzled in strawberry jam was the strawberry shortcake we had and the other two were todays specials.
Inside there was also a fruit tart made up of kiwi, blueberries and strawberries. The fruit looked fresh, I wonder how it'll taste.
I've tried many desserts but have never tried this particular tart before. I am quite happy.
As I pack up, I glance at the window. Still no Mr. Bright Blue.
I sigh. Well he looks like an important man. Probably works for a high end company.
Maybe he'll be back tomorrow.
Yeah. Tomorrow. I will come to work and see him waiting outside like usual at the usual time.
I take a bite of the tart.
The café's tarts really are delicious.
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Dear Mister Bright Blue
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