"I'll take two. Top bun glazed and bottom- vanilla frosting. Thanks!"
Basch was minding his own business, in a different restaurant than the two he had been to so far. He hadn’t gotten the menu yet, but he had a glass of tap water, legally the bare minimum for him to stay in the restaurant. He hadn’t really been paying much attention to the other people’s food until that American man bought that.
What the fuck was that.
Basch was blissfully unaware that he had said what he was thinking out loud.















