Holly’s Hotteoks {open}
If pancakes had eyes, the pile in front of Holly would be winning the staring contest.
A pair of high-energy teenagers had found their way into the bistro, laughing loudly and ordering drinks and. much to the chef’s delight, a large plate of hotteoks. However, midway through the baking process, the quieter of the two realized she lost her wallet and profusely apologized to Holly for wasting her time.
Of course, it was no trouble at all, but now Holly was left with a group order of those perfectly sweet desserts. She figured she could eat a few of them, but by the time she could serve them to another customer, they would be cold.
“Can’t reheat these.” Holly mumbled to herself as she picked up the plate and walked towards the door. “No way no how.”
She swung open the entrance to the bistro, the spring air pleasantly brushing her cheeks. Undeterred, her eyes searched up and down the streets for someone, anyone, to share the delicious treats with.