Sangre wiped his hands off just to be sanitary and got ready to make something else. When Akira said that, he smiled and shook his head. “That one took only a minute to make, maybe even less.” Sangre assured him. Watching as he tried it, the chef took a breath of relief.
“Good good. It has hazelnut inside as well as a little bit of almonds.” Sangre went back to doing a bit more work, although of course not wanting to ignore Akira while he did.
“If you’d like to help me with something else, I’d like to ask of something.” Sangre glanced back at Akira and then looked at the nearby front counter. “I haven’t wiped off the counters today. Just these clothes have to be dampened, spray a little of that on the countertops and wipe it off. Done.” Sangre said while pointing to the bottle with the cleaning solution inside. “I hope you don’t mind.” Sangre then added.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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