Every Saturday morning the following exchange occurs at the market: "Have you seen the crepe boy?"
"Yes, of course. He's the reason I come to the market. A friend of my friend met him last year and said that he's single!"
"No WAY, If I met him I wouldn't know what to say. There's no way he's single... you think he could be? Maybe."
"I hope so."
"Oh my god he's looking at me."

Say the words "crepe boy" to any heterosexual female student of this city, single or taken—she'll know who he is. He stares at you with his gargantuan blue eyes... for just a little too long... making you look left... then right... and then back at him, and think..."me?"

Rumour has it he sails italian sail boats off the south of France in the summers and loves getting up early to make crepes for the people of our city. Crepe boy I thought you should know that we love you, and that you can have us by the heart strings with that spatula and black t-shirt. —Moon Struck Girl #37