sweet for you | saida

fin

There was flour everywhere.

And by everywhere, she meant everywhere .

Especially all over herself.

Sana didn't want to, nor did she even need to look into a mirror to see the mess that was all over herself.

But then again, it was her fault for wanting to do this.

It was currently the month of February and Valentine's Day was coming up, so of course Sana would go and want to spoil her girlfriend, Dahyun, for that special day (but Sana wouldn't complain if she could every day).

"You don't need to, it's okay," Dahyun smiled up at her.

The problem was that Dahyun thought it'd be tiresome for Sana to do all that Valentine's Day stuff people often did, especially with how busy the older girl was with her school academics.

Sana whined, trying to convince the younger girl. "But I want to , is the thing."

Dahyun worried over her. "We can just stay in and have a little date to ourselves, just don't push yourself to do all that other stuff."

And though Dahyun still assured her that she didn't need to do anything special like make chocolate from scratch, here Sana was in her kitchen, best friend Momo talking her through the steps over the phone, and the outcome of the situation seemed evident.

"This is a lost cause," Momo groaned, covering her face in exasperation. "How is it that you have absolutely no talent or skill in the kitchen?"

Sana made a face, refusing to admit to the fact. "That's such a lie, Momo."

"Sana, you literally managed to burn instant ramen to a crisp," Momo deadpanned. "And don't forget I have the pictures to prove it."

"I— "

"Like girl, I couldn't even burn ramen like you did even if I tried to— "

"We get it, okay?" Sana rolled her eyes. She could never live that moment down, Momo would always bring it up whenever she could. The girl found joy in her misery, she swore.

Sana glanced at the time on her phone, panicking when she realized she only had a few hours left until Dahyun would come over to her place. She couldn't mess this up, she had to finish it.

"Can you please help me?" Sana used her puppy-dog eyes, hoping its effect worked on the older girl.

"Again?" Momo let out a breath, rethinking her life choices to have gotten here. "We've gone over this multiple times already."

In fact, Sana had called Momo three hours ago and had gone through her instructions to no avail, each batch of chocolates having no improvement in being close to what she wanted as an end result. Momo had no idea how Sana was this bad.

Sana clasped her hands in front of her, close to getting on her knees to beg Momo to help her again. "Pretty please?"

The line went silent, and Sana thought the screen had frozen still on Momo's face, before the girl spoke up.

"You owe me."

Sana cheered, throwing her hands up in excitement, and jumped up.

"Thank you, thank you!"

She had one last chance to make this a success, she couldn't screw up again.

Sana shook out as much flour out of her hair as she could, making quick work to tie her hair up into a high ponytail, brushing the hair out from her face.