- François Bonnefoi ;; forgotten ;; cafe
François moved from one oven to the next, removing fresh pastries and
placing them in the cooling trays as he slid the newest batch into the oven.
the male had removed a cooled tray from earlier, the pastries warm but
settled and pushed the kitchen door open with his back, placing the food
items that were already there in a basket and placing those by the cash
register, then re-stocking the shelves with the warm and new pastries.
he placed the tray on a counter behind him and pulled apart a croissant
from the basket, putting a piece in his mouth. the cafe was busy, and it
was the usual in his mind to give the pastries that he didnt see were worth
selling to people with their coffee. after a moment he simply sat behind
the counter, hair pulled back and flour dusting his cheeks, forehead and
apron where he had likely brushed his hand against them or wiped hair
from his face. the man was rather good at what he did, and took small
breaks here and there.
however that day he did recognize a few faces; likely customers from
before or something of the like. one was tall and had some grey sort
of tinted hair, the other with large eyebrows and who always seemed
agitated. he reached up to the chalk board that had all the ordering
options on it and put a squiggly line through the earl grey tea having
run out and adding in looping cursive ' pastries made at 13:01' and
sitting at the stool behind the ordering counter to relax and take
orders if need be. he didnt want to be in the hot kitchen anymore, and
the cafe's general surroundings were always quite alluring to him.
placing them in the cooling trays as he slid the newest batch into the oven.
the male had removed a cooled tray from earlier, the pastries warm but
settled and pushed the kitchen door open with his back, placing the food
items that were already there in a basket and placing those by the cash
register, then re-stocking the shelves with the warm and new pastries.
he placed the tray on a counter behind him and pulled apart a croissant
from the basket, putting a piece in his mouth. the cafe was busy, and it
was the usual in his mind to give the pastries that he didnt see were worth
selling to people with their coffee. after a moment he simply sat behind
the counter, hair pulled back and flour dusting his cheeks, forehead and
apron where he had likely brushed his hand against them or wiped hair
from his face. the man was rather good at what he did, and took small
breaks here and there.
however that day he did recognize a few faces; likely customers from
before or something of the like. one was tall and had some grey sort
of tinted hair, the other with large eyebrows and who always seemed
agitated. he reached up to the chalk board that had all the ordering
options on it and put a squiggly line through the earl grey tea having
run out and adding in looping cursive ' pastries made at 13:01' and
sitting at the stool behind the ordering counter to relax and take
orders if need be. he didnt want to be in the hot kitchen anymore, and
the cafe's general surroundings were always quite alluring to him.
