vanilla extract

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weeks went by really fast. dan had revived bills that cost too much. he had to fire 2 bakers and 3 main helpers. he didn't want to do t because he knew some of them as long as he knew his grandmother.

it's wednesday march 24th at 3:23 pm when the familiar man with the raven black hair walked into the partly empty bakery.

the walls were bare. the pictures and poster were taken down so that the painters could repaint the old light pink and the lightest pastel yellow you could think of.

they're boring beige now.

dan hates it.

after the customer got the chocolate macron with strawberry filling and a dozen mini cupcakes, phil was next.

"well hello philip. how are you doing this fine wednesday?" dan asked smiling while shifting his weight on another leg.

"how did you discover my name? i don't understand how you can figure out everything if you don't know me!"

"you're phil lester, you live here and your favorite color is probably blue"

phil didn't say anything he only crossed his arms.

"and you love the taste and smell of the disgusting flavor vanilla!"

"oh yes speaking of vanilla, i'm expecting my cupcake now. i've been gone for 3 days and i want my vanilla cupcake."

"i'm sorry phil but we are currently out of vanilla."

the black hair boy rolled his eyes playfully and began walking backwards to the door. but as he was walking backwards the door opened and he walked right into a little boy in a green shirt.

daniel laughed, but he covered his mouth so it didn't come off rude.

phil frantically apologized to the little boy. he felt his face heat up. he looked back at daniel and walked out the door as fast as he could.