Scene 1: The Morning After
The early morning light streamed through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. Chiquita stirred, feeling the warmth of another body beside her. She blinked her eyes open, her head pounding slightly from the effects of last night’s drinking. As she turned, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Ahyeon lying next to her, still fast asleep.
The events of the previous night came rushing back. They had been at another party, celebrating a rare break in their stressful lives. The drinks had flowed freely, and before either of them knew it, they had found themselves in Chiquita’s room, the night taking a turn neither had expected.
Chiquita’s eyes traced over Ahyeon’s peaceful face, her usually cold and guarded expression softened in sleep. She felt a mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and something else, something tender.
Carefully, not wanting to wake Ahyeon, Chiquita slipped out of bed. She needed a moment to gather her thoughts, to process what had happened. She pulled on a shirt and padded softly out of the room, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee.
As the coffee brewed, Chiquita leaned against the counter, running a hand through her short hair. How did we end up here? She wondered, replaying the hazy memories of the night before. There had been laughter, teasing, and then... well, things had escalated quickly.
Before she could dwell on it too much, she heard soft footsteps behind her. She turned to see Ahyeon standing in the doorway, looking slightly disoriented but no less stunning. She had wrapped a sheet around herself, her eyes locking onto Chiquita’s.
“Morning,” Chiquita said, her voice a little rough from the nerves.
Ahyeon blinked, her cheeks flushing as she seemed to recall the same memories. “Morning,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
An awkward silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken questions and uncertainties. Chiquita cleared her throat, trying to break the tension. “Coffee?”
“Yeah, sure,” Ahyeon replied, slowly stepping into the kitchen. She accepted the cup Chiquita handed her, their fingers brushing briefly, sending a jolt through both of them.
They sat down at the small kitchen table, each lost in their thoughts. The silence was heavy, but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. It was as if both were trying to figure out where to go from here.
“Last night…” Ahyeon began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.
“Yeah,” Chiquita said, nodding. “It was… unexpected.”
Ahyeon looked down at her coffee cup, her fingers tracing the rim. “Do you regret it?”
Chiquita’s heart skipped a beat at the question. She had been so worried about what Ahyeon might be thinking, but hearing her voice the concern out loud made it real. “No,” she said slowly, meeting Ahyeon’s eyes. “I don’t regret it. But I’m not sure what it means… for us.”
Ahyeon nodded, a small, relieved smile playing on her lips. “Me neither. But maybe we don’t have to figure it out right now.”
