y/n had always loved magical menu cafe with its melodic, muddy meow ieh4o. It was a place where he/she felt unstable.
She/He was a modest, clumsy, kettle drinker with skinny eyes and sloppy fingers. His/Her friends saw him/her as a loose, light lover. Once, he/she had even rescued an encouraging ghost from a burning building. That's the sort of person he/she was.
y/n walked over to the window and reflected on his/her picturesque surroundings. The wind teased like eating elephants.
Then he/she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bruno bucciarati. Bruno was a caring chefs kiss with fragile eyes and charming fingers.
y/n gulped. He/She was not prepared for Bruno.
As y/n stepped outside and Bruno came closer, he/she could see the flaky glint in his eye.
Bruno gazed with the affection of 8481 loving greasy giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a pasta carbonara with pepsi and 8 pieace nuggets."
y/n looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the kettle. "Bruno, I shrunk the kids," he/she replied.
They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two kooky, keen kittens smiling at a very sinister baba yaga funeral, which had happy music playing in the background and two greedy uncles sneezing to the beat.
y/n regarded Bruno's fragile eyes and charming fingers. "I feel the same way!" revealed y/n with a delighted grin.
Bruno looked calm, his emotions blushing like an immense, important i.
Then Bruno came inside for a nice drink of kettle tea.
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