Frank's P.O.V
We went to the bakery first, because I wanted my fucking croissants. I got a big bag of croissants, some muffins, blueberry, banana, strawberry. I got a few boxes with donuts, eclairs, danish muffins, profiteroles, strudels, tarts, and some cookies.

As I'm paying the guy, someone tugs at my shirt. "Oh oh oh, can I get these," Sylvie says pointing to the food displayed under the glass.

I laugh, she was blushing, she most likely did not know what they were called. "Can I have some cannoli and macarons for the lil' lady," I ask the baker.

He laughs and asks, "sure what flavor macarons?" I look over at Sylvia, she pointed at the purple, the blue, the white, and the two different shades of brown macarons.

"Err, do u even know what flavor they are, or are you just pointing because of the color," I ask.

Sylvia looks up with awe in her eyes, "they're different flavors?"

The baker and I start laughing and he says, "Frank, I'll just double up on the ones she pointed to, so she can try them all."

I nod and the baker packs the macarons up, all by flavor, or as Sylvia stated, color. He hands Sylvia the box and instantly opens it and pulls out the white one, most likely vanilla or coconut.  

She munches on it as we walk out. I look back at the baker with a desperate sigh. This is going to be a long trip...