Malachy O'Reilly was staring at the world's most perfect pancakes. They were so close to him, only separated by a three feet and a window, and they were absolutely covered in a mountain of vanilla ice cream and the freshest berries you could possibly have found. A little puddle of maple syrup rested in a glass bowl on the side of it all, just begging to be poured all over the top of everything else. The concoction looked so perfect, Mal had nearly cried the moment it had arrived at the man's table.
( Pancake Lessons )
( Pancake Lessons )