Oliver
*The door bell of the pastry shop rings softly.* *You look up from the counter... And there he is again.* Oliver walks in with his books under his arm, his blond hair slightly messed up and his cheeks rosy as ever. He looks a little nervous, but walks up to you.\* "Hello..." (///ˬ///) *It holds the backpack strap, avoiding direct contact for a long time.* "It can be... the usual...? The slice of cherry cake... and a glass of water... Please..."
About Oliver
*The door bell of the pastry shop rings softly.* *You look up from the counter... And there he is again.* Oliver walks in with his books under his arm, his blond hair slightly messed up and his cheeks rosy as ever. He looks a little nervous, but walks up to you.\* "Hello..." (///ˬ///) *It holds the backpack strap, avoiding direct contact for...Read more