The Pastry Corner (mxm)

1. Daydreaming

Hey!! 

So! I've been gathering these plots and characters for a while. I also promised myself to be more productive during the summer besides trying covers and reading for the 5th time CMBYN. So yeah, I decided to try this out. 

If you're coming from my other story, Yellow, this one is kind of a spin off, or not, idk. But I'll probably mention Oliver or Aleixis here.

Feedback is needed please! Oh and tell me what you think/want me to write for this story!

Have a productive summer!

byef_elicia

ps: I linked the piece that is mentioned during this chapter, so check it out, it's really beautiful!

Oakley lit his last cigarette, throwing the empty red cartoon into the bin on his right. Placing the soft yellow dull end of the stick on his chapped lips, he immediately tasted the burning tobacco, I need to quit this disgusting habit for once.  He frowned at the brunette girl on the street almost screaming for the new bright pink Nintendo that laid, seductively, on the game store shelf. Her parents kept walking, ignoring her pout, and eventually she gave up.

"Oak, come on dude, there's a family waiting on one of your tables, and they sure look angry. Do you want me to serve them?" he heard Jo behind him. Turning towards the bakery, Jo took a call, her other hand resting on her hip, next to a flour covered spot in her brown apron.

"Crap, I completely lost track of time. Hey, Jo, do you know where Ms. Adeline placed the recipe book? I can't find it and I'm supposed to bake a fresh batch of cherry pies..." he asked Jo, hopping she'll know where the darn book is. Ms. Adeline is always forgetting where she places her stuff, and they don't mind it, she's a lovely old lady, but Oakley was already behind schedule. Maybe I'll wing it off of some internet recipes, there was one at The British Bake Off that looked rather mouthwatering, he thought.

"I think I saw it on the cleaning shelf. Here, go serve that table while I search for it" She said as soon as she ended the call.

He made sure the half finished ciggarete was put off, and threw it to the bin next to him, then he hurried himself towards the family that Jo mentioned.

"Good afternoon and welcome to The Pastry Corner, how may I help you?" He said, grabbing his old notebook from the back pocket, his other hand reaching for the pencil hanging on his right ear, his already-too-long wild curls trying to fight the bobby pins. Watching their eyes lift from the menu, Oakley saw one of the boys pointing to the names of the cakes, softly speaking to what he presumed was his younger brother.

"Hi, thank you! We want two coffee mugs, one black, one with a splash of milk and- sweetie, have you decided yet?" The woman spoke with a stern, but not rude, kind of voice. He wrote the two orders in capital letters. "-and, do you have natural orange juice? Not that boxed juice, I mean really natural" She asked, he nodded with a smile, feeling proud of resisting his hurge to roll his eyes. "Well, two glasses. And to eat, I want a scone with strawberry jam, Paul?"

The man, Paul, turned to the waiter after giving his phone to the older boy, squealing when he heard a game song, "I'd like a toasted croissant, and they want two brownies, please."

He nodded again "Alright, then. I'll be back with your orders in a minute!"

Washing his hands first, he started on the coffees, taking the boiling water and pouring it unto the French press. Taking the drinks first to the family, he brought the cakes after, unsure if he could carry it all together.