Café Pit-a-Pat - Season 1 (COMPLETE)

Chapter 6

Taking a quick peek at his surroundings, Copter slowly stepped out of the bathroom with an overabundance of caution. He heaved a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the source of all his wariness wasn't currently in the room with him. Although he had somewhat calmed down while in the shower, he still wasn't completely ready to face Kimmon yet. Especially if the senior was planning to continue with his relentless teasing.

With more confident strides, Copter left the bedroom in order to search for the others. The entire condo was strangely quiet, making Copter feel like he was the only one left inside. But at that moment, a whiff of deliciousness swept past his nose and refuted his thoughts. Someone was in the kitchen. Making food!! Excitement written all over his face, Copter immediately followed his nose to the kitchen. His smile widened when he found Godt in front of the stove, occupied with cooking something that was causing Copter's stomach to grumble.

Godt looked up from his task and let out a smile. "Hey there. Are you hungry?"

"Starving," Copter said as he approached Godt to get a closer look. "Ooh, are you making pancakes?"

"Trying to," Godt said. "There weren't a lot of ingredients to work with, so I'm just making simple scallion pancakes."

Simple? Copter disagreed with Godt's overly modest word choice. Because whatever he was cooking looked like it should be served at a fancy restaurant. Copter stared at the sizzling batter on the frying pan, awed by how exquisite the pancakes looked.

"They're amazing," Copter said, his eyes twinkling with admiration.

Godt chuckled. "You haven't even tried them yet."

"They look and smell amazing. So I'm sure they'll taste amazing as well," Copter reasoned in a cheerful tone. "Is there anything I could do to help?"

"You could perhaps get me a plate?" Godt asked.

Copter nodded his head. "Yes, of course!"

Copter looked around the kitchen with eager eyes, determined to accomplish his mission. He didn't see any clean plates laying around the kitchen island, so he opened the wall cabinet next to the refrigerator. And came to a halt when he found the pile of plates safely stored inside. Right on the very top shelf. Why the f*ck are they all stored up there?! Copter thought to himself, somewhat annoyed. Not that it was such a huge problem. Because Copter was not at all short and was totally capable of reaching them by himself.

On slight tiptoes, Copter reached his hand over to the pile, his fingers successfully getting a hold of one of the plates. But, just when he grabbed it, he felt a massive warmth suddenly enveloping him from behind. A set of longer fingers gently wrapped around his own, steadying his grip on the plate. Copter abruptly stopped all of his movements, momentarily afraid that his heart would literally leap out of his chest.

"I was able to get it," Copter breathed, a tremble evident in his voice.