proudmcxican:
Ari stood next to the nearest foodtruck he could find, one hand on his pocket while the other held onto a tray covered with tin foil, a soft sigh escaping his lips. To no one’s surprise, the chef had spent all night baking, a nervous habit of his. It was almost unconscious, almost as if after 2 a.m, his brain shut off and his body had a mind of itself. It was, for the most part, a nice surprise to wake up to an entirely different pastry that appeared out of nowhere, but it was starting to get tiring; not to mention he had decided he needed to stop feeding Arturo only pastries in the morning.
Alas, he found himself in the music festival with a tray of buñuelos that he couldn’t quite remember making and an almost apologetic smile as he approached a passbyer, eyes glued to the tray as he spoke “Hey, can I interest you in some free desert?” he began, scratching the back of his head with his free hand “I know it sounds… sketchy, to say the least, but I promise it’s not. I… overbake, constantly. And well, today I woke up to like, a hundred of these and well, here we are. I promise they don’t have anything weird on ‘em. It’s kind of like… funnel cake, but not really.”
Certain the look on her face communicated her confusion quite efficiently, Orla didn’t actually say anything for a good few seconds. “Funnel cake, but not really?” she eventually repeated with a slow nod of her head as she studied the desserts in question. They looked great, yes, but a part of her was ever so slightly worried to be accepting free baked goods. That being said, she did recognize the man’s face and could almost swear he worked with food in some capacity. “Quite sweet then?” she added, growing more curious by the second. “I don’t think I’ve ever had funnel cake before. That’s probably a bit strange.”








