Intermission: Crêpes

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Two years ago
Tuesday,  January 5

"HEY, (Y/N)!!!" My friend yelled as he pulled me away from the incoming subway train.

"Pay attention, man!" He knotted his brows, "You ok?"

"Me? I'm good. Just a little stressed, taking 2 summer classes and all... Where are we going?"

We walked inside the train after the doors slid open.

Jonah groaned at me, "I told you like 5 times already! We're going to a place called T-Swirl downtown in Chelsea. It's perfect, they have crêpes and ice cream!"

I nodded, "Right, right."

Even though I was excited for this trip downtown, I was fixated on my classes. How could I think of anything else? 4 days straight of the same two classes crammed into 4 weeks? Why did I think that was a good idea!?

Jonah nudged me once we reached our stop. I had spent the whole 10 minutes worrying; I need to relax.

We walked down the street a few blocks until Jonah spotted the place and pointed.

"There! Let's go inside!"

A bell rang as the door swung open and we strolled inside. Or, I guess Jonah strolled. I set foot inside and paused. A guy in a grey hoodie and black jeans was sitting with some friends eating a crêpe. He glanced over as a reaction to the bell ringing, then looked back again to take a second look. He smirked at me.

Oh fuck, he caught me staring! That's the guy I was dming on Instagram!

The guy winked and returned his attention to his friends, who were too busy arguing with each other about something to notice what he was doing. My chest was like a ball of pizza dough being tossed in someone's hand. How can I just casually move on from that!? New Yorkers are fucking bold!

Flustered, I joined Jonah at the counter where he was ordering his crêpe. Wow, these looked delicious!

There were crêpes of all sorts, savory and sweet! It was hard for me to choose, but I picked the one that I thought would taste the best

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There were crêpes of all sorts, savory and sweet! It was hard for me to choose, but I picked the one that I thought would taste the best. Jonah chose a Lychee Romantic with an extra scoop of matcha ice cream. We watched the workers create the beautiful cone-like pastries.

There was a silver, round grill that sat at the end, next to all the ingredients that they used to fill and top the crêpes. They added some batter, just enough to spread thinly across the grill. They used a little wooden mallet, placing it flat and spreading the batter around in a spiral motion. Then, they added the sauce in a spiral and folded the crêpe in half. They added more sauce, then toppings, and another worker comes with a thin cardboard cone to hold the food. Folded again, the crêpe is placed inside and topped with the last touches.

As we waited, I could feel a set of eyes on me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the guy checking me out.

Was he biting his lip!? What the fuck!?

I'm embarrassed that I can't remember his name, I'm pretty sure he told it to me but I'm so bad with names... What did it start with? J... G... wait, did he give me two names? How pathetic... I only met this guy about a month ago.

Finally, the person at the counter handed us our crêpes with unique plastic bags that were cone-shaped with a handle on top.

I was afraid to turn around because I have to make eye contact with that guy again... I took a breath and swung around.

Oh thank god, he's on his phone.

Jonah and I walked out of the store with our food, while I did my best to ignore the weird pervy guy. We started to walk down the sidewalk, heading back to the subway when I felt something crinkling in my pocket.

I don't remember putting a piece of paper there...

I reached inside and pulled it out, reading the note inscribed on it.

"Don't be a stranger ;)
555-2020"

Bruh he slipped his number in my pocket.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to text him. I added the number to my contacts and named him "Pervy Crêpe Man".

 I added the number to my contacts and named him "Pervy Crêpe Man"

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I know I barely know this guy but... what the worst that can happen, right?

A/N: I wonder how many of you snuck a peak at this chapter when I posted it early the other day 👀 I know these chapters don't get as much reads because they don't add much to the story, but it's something to help get the creative juices flowing. Next chapter coming up soon!

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⏰ Last updated: May 11, 2021 ⏰

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