Prisoner
“Here, try this. I really like cakes, and strawberry is my favorite. You might like it. You're not allergic to strawberries, are you?”
Oliver denies it again, without knowing if he really was allergic or not; he didn't even know what that word meant.
A plate appeared in front of him with a large piece of the cake, with a white topping of pastry cream and strawberries. Before taking a piece with his fingers, Chrystal handed him a spoon and he imitated the girl's movement to taste the dessert.
Oliver's face is worthy of portraying; his eyes totally opened by the flavors inside his mouth. It was an explosion: sweet, very, very sweet, delicious. There was no other thought other than keep eating
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