The Pastry Corner (mxm)

3. first love / late spring

This takes place right after the last chapter.

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"Who- oh, Enzo, he's just a costumer here. He sort of hired me as a plant sitter" Oakley explained, not even sure of what he said.

"So that explains why he looks like he wants to eat you. I sure hope you are not baby sitting anything else besides his plants, Tree!" Rupert told him, unleashing from his friend. "Oh well, I need to go. Still have to unpack and go get Alfie from my neighbor, I'll be here tomorrow morning! And maybe we can go out sometime!" He explained, patting Oakley's cheek and leaving.

Oakley mumbled an apology to some customers who were waiting since Rupert got here. Fixing his apron as nicely as he could, he ran towards the now occupied tables. "Good afternoon and welcome to The Pastry Corner, what can I get you?"

The waiter occupied himself with his customers until the end of his shift. And of course, he didn't mind checking on the cellist from time to time.

"Oakley, Juana?" Ms. Adeline said, as they came near her. "Here, darlings. It's not much, but a little something for your extra effort, since that last boy quit and Rupert had to go away."

Jo smiled, along with Oakley, taking the small white envelope in their hands and hugging Adeline. Saying goodbye to each other, Oakley took his apron, leaving it next to the counter, scrubbing it one last time before picking up his backpack. Then, after splashing ice water to his face, he dried himself and walked out of the kitchen, opening the envelope. Smiling, he realized once again that Ms. Adeline was too good for him, too sweet and kind. That money was going straight to this month's rent, and maybe he could take some of it to those new boots he kept eyeballing for the last year.

"I'm sorry, sir. The kitchen has closed" Oakley joked, chuckling softly as he approached Enzo, packing up his notebook before standing up. Enzo asked himself if that noise had actually come from the boy next to him, what a lovely laugh.

Leaving the bakery, Enzo walked through the street, Oakley followed him. They soon found a black ducati motorcycle. Oakley blushed, realizing he knew nothing about cars nor motorcycles.

"I imagined you as a car guy." He spoke, a smirk on his face.

"I thought you imagined me as a willow tree" Enzo answered, his head cocked to the side as he took off two helmets. One of them had a few bike stickers, and the other a few scratches. Handing the first one to Oakley, he opened his mouth again "I know motorcycles aren't good for the environment, but they aren't as bad as cars. And I like the control I have driving this. Hop in, Oakley!" Enzo got in the bike, soon followed by the waiter, whose feet didn't touch the ground. "Hold on tight"

The bike soon took off with a rough start, and Oakley held unto Enzo's waist automatically but didn't mention it, hoping Enzo didn't notice it.

"Enzo, why do you have two helmets?" the boy asked, unsure if he heard him, wind-breaking through them.

"I usually carry an extra one. Sometimes I pick my niece up from school, and it would be dangerous for her or you to ride without it." Enzo spoke calmly.

Enzo turned one last time left, arriving his street. Turning off the engine, Oakley hoped out of the bike, taking the helmet off and passing his fingers through his too long wild curls, hoping they looked presentable as he followed Enzo to a house.

The house wasn't huge like he'd imagined to be, but it was much bigger than his. The walls were made from stone, although they looked modern. Its two stories held wooden frame sash windows, and it had a small rose garden planted on the sideways, and although it had obviously been planned, it was now filled with wild weeds, covering the deep red.