Five years ago…
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Twenty year old Zizi Hawkin stood behind the till, a hideous yellow apron tied and a fake bright smile on his face. The entire bakery smelt sweet with the light hint if coffee mixing with it.
He wasn’t in the mood. He had a term paper to type up and all he wanted to do was tear off the hideous yellow apron and run to his apartment, slip out of his jeans and just lie naked and munch on chips.
He was just about to do that when the bell above the door jingles and in walks who had to be the most beautiful boy Zizi had ever seen. His skin fair and pale, blonde lashes kissing his cheek with each blink, rosy lips and light blonde hair styled into a fringe. The boy was small, a good five feet five and Zizi felt like the ground had slipped out under him.
Who was this… ange
