*trilha sonora de festa junina*

well yes of course!!

"Oscar's Pastries" is the name of Oscar's little patisery/coffee shop.

he's a pastry chef who walked away from a high-stress fancy french hotel kitchen where he didn't have a good time, he was basically burned out from culinary exploitaion, and decided to fuck off to monaco and open a little bakery-pastry shop.

he moved to france to study in culinary school and dedicated most of his life to that, so he doesn't know much about celebrities and all. he knows everyone in monaco is loaded though, and that's why he opened his shop there, but he doesn't know about who's who or why they're famous and filthy rich.

so, when this hot, handsome man walks in, and asks for three coffees, a fancy pastry box and a pupccino he's like "hm this guy must be like a model or something" and then goes on to try to figure out what's his name from the three the coffees he ordered, he's dorkily charming, obviously doesn't know who he's dealing with. and the guy [charles] just leaves a ridiculously large tip??

charles is hooked because. who the fuck works(and possibly lives) in monaco and doesn't know who charles is? he's not even offended just intrigued, and let's be honest oscar is cute too, so. he comes back and this time logan (the barista who's supposed to be manning the counter) is witness to this fucking madness

logan wants to tear his hair out because "HOW ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH THIS GUY AND SUCCEDING WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHO HE IS!?" osc: "sooo.... is he a famous actor or something?" log: "you're hopeless, i won't deal with this shite"

eventully oscar figures it out, and they get together and oscar becomes a wag and goes to work for ferrari's hospitality for a weekend or two, and they fall so much in love and they're so soft and it's disgustingly sweet.

that was my long ramble :))))

jason doesn't want any of that wholesome family bs (they stayed for 2 more hours)