Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 28 ~

There's a reason why pancakes is the most lovable breakfast. I can name out a lot of reason, but the main one that it can be a combination of sweet and fluffy. It's not a surprise if there's people out there that loves chugging on the maple syrup. I mean, who wouldn't want to taste the golden syrup that holds most people in a happy trance once they enter their mouth.

"You know, maple syrup ain't the only thing that's best with pancakes." Constance's voice helps me break free from the fantastic trance I was in because of these pancakes. "Some uses honey."

Well, that makes since honey has the same sweetness, but I think maple syrup has a more woodsy taste while honey is more floral. Regardless, both can be a great partner for fluffy pancakes. "Maple syrup and honey aside, chocolate syrup is the best partner to pancakes like these."

"Oh my God, chocolate covered pancakes is my weakness." She groans, internally wishing the pancakes she's eating are chocolate covered ones.

"Then why didn't you ordered chocolate covered pancakes when you have the chance?" I raise an eyebrow, as I try to have a quick bite with my pancakes. Glancing down at our plates, both of our pancakes seems to have been devoured mercilessly. Another huge bite will make our plates empty with only crumbs and drops of syrup left. I wouldn't mind licking the leftovers since it's such an amazing breakfast.

Her mouth gapes open, the shook on her face tells me she's didn't just heard me said that. "Do you really think I didn't ordered that in the first place?" She does a quick huge bite of her pancakes, her mouth puff up with the amount of fluffy pancakes in her mouth. "I tries ordering for the both of us, but Aileen told me that they ran out of chocolate syrup, and it'll be a while when she'll try to ran to the supermarket for ingredients."

"That's unfortunate," I frown, not because I didn't have any chocolate syrup, but how Constance sound quite sad about not having the chocolate covered pancakes she desperately wanted.

"I know!" She cries out, pouting her lips as she take a final bite out of her pancakes.

A thought flew through my brain, and I wonder if she'll choose pancakes than anything. I take the last bite out of my pancakes, quite sad that it's all gone now, and I think Constance will have the same feeling when she gaze down at her empty plate. "I have a question."

"I might have an answer," A small smile lifts off her mouth, there's a drop of syrup that's hanging at the corner of her mouth, giving me the urge to wipe it down. Instead, I hand her my handkerchief, before I could tell her the reason handing it to her, she instinctively wipes the handkerchief to her mouth. She must have felt the syrup on her mouth, and maybe waited for me to do something.

"Pancakes, waffles, or crepes?"

She falls deeper on her seat, her back flatly rests on the backrest of her chair. "That's quite a difficult one."

"Do you want me to add another option?" Lifting an eyebrow at her, I find myself smiling at how she looks quizzical at her choices. It looks so perfect on her, especially with her soft features.

"What's the other option?" She grabs her tea, sipping what sounds like the last drops of tea in her cup.

In an automatic response, I also grab my coffee, and take a last sip before emptying the cup in my hand. "Garlic bread?"

She raises a finger at me, signaling me to hold my thought while she drink her tea. Once she emptied her cup, she lets the cup rest right next to her empty plate. "No, garlic bread is the God of all bread. You can't just use that to compare other bread-like food."

There's a sudden surge of relief when I hear her worshiping garlic bread like it's an actual God. I raise both hands in defeat, "Yeah, you're right. Garlic bread is fucking amazing!"