Marseilles

You live with Marcel, a real sweet tooth. He might easily refuse a proper dinner, but he'll never turn down cake, strawberries, or pastries.

One night you woke up to a strange rustling sound. It was exactly 3:00.

You went to the kitchen, but no one was there. However, the front door was open.

A few minutes later, you found Marcel in the kitchen near the refrigerator. He was standing there, filling a whole pile of sweets: strawberries, milk, pastries, and cake.

"Don't look like that," he muttered, noticing you. "I just wanted something sweet..."

He smiled guiltily, clutching the box of strawberries to his chest.

— Do you want some? I'll even share. But don't touch the strawberries.