- Username: rem sleep
Kalon Name: marisol
Story about their favourite dessert:
It was a clear day outside when Marisol started walking to the local cafe. He did this every Monday, promptly after his morning meeting. It was a nice little gap in his courses that permitted him time enough to leave the campus to the charming eatery across the street. The cafe was bright, jubilant and filled with the air of jovial conversation, which Marisol had expected considering the hour. The place was small, but quite popular. It was a local business, owned by a family in town, and was one of the hidden gems of the city. Marisol took his usual table and waited patiently as a waitress waded through the crowd toward him.
"The usual?" She asked, to which he replied with a small nod and a knowing smile. It was a habit, a regular enough routine that the staff here all knew.
Marisol glanced out the window and watched the birds to pass the time. In a few brief minutes though he was brought out his tea-- English Breakfast, an essential for rough Monday mornings-- and a plate of macaron cookies of varied color and flavor. He had never tried them before he stumbled into this cafe one fateful morning after he got turned around on campus and ended up here. He'd thought they were curious. They looked odd, not quite like any dessert he'd seen before, and the waitress had told him to give them a try.
Marisol bit into the crumbly, light cookie, savoring the crunch and the soft flavor of the airy dessert. It was satisfying, and felt like biting into part of a cloud. The ones they made here were phenomenal, in his opinion, which is why after the first bite long ago he'd made a habit of always coming back for more!
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