Coffee Prince: The Waffle Maker

Butterfly

The night they met was stormy and intense. It was the kind of night that makes it seem like something interesting will happen, whether it's bad or good remains to be seen. The body's supply of electricity is exciting as it courses through the nerves.

Sunki was caught in the rain. The clouds, ominous above him, threatened the Earth with the promise of lightning. He sought shelter in the first lit up building he saw.

A woman stood by herself a few feet from a window. The window, Sunki noticed, was not closed all the way.

"Are you open?" he asked.

He wanted more than anything to get out of the rain. This restaurant, even though in competition with Coffee Prince, seemed like a safe haven.

"Not technically. Since I'm here, I'll let you in," the female answered. She set down her marker. She opened the door for her guest.
"Hello, my name is Zoie. I'm the owner's daughter. It's nice to meet you," she said.

"Hi, I'm Sunki. Thank you for letting me in," accepted Sunki.

"It's not a problem. I'm staying late to paint anyways," informed Zoie.

She tucked her hair into a baseball hat, and returned to her original spot. Sunki looked around.

The restaurant was a rectangular room with fairly spaced tables, a bay window on one end, and a kitchen on the other with a counter in front of it. Sunki was impressed.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want anything to eat or drink while you wait for the rain?" Zoie questioned.

"Do you serve waffles?" inquired Sunki. He wanted to see if they were anywhere near as delectable as his.

"It's a good thing I'm here tonight then. I don't mean to brag, but I make the best waffles in this joint," claimed Zoie. She washed her hands, tied her apron, and started the order.

"Anything special on these?" she pressed.

"Whipped cream and strawberries, please," replied Sunki. The food was prepared quickly.

Zoie motioned for him to take a seat as she set down his plate. Sunki thanked her. She went to finish the work she was doing. Sunki studied her while she drew an outline on the wall.

There was a sketch of a big butterfly. She had drawn it in no time, yet it was beautiful. She started painting it blue; Sunki laughed to himself.

"What are you so chipper about?" interrogated Zoie.

"That's an amazing picture. You did it in so little time. Your waffles are better than mine. I never admit that because I usually don't think it. You did these quickly as well. I think you are very impressive, Miss Zoie," complimented Sunki.

"Thank you! Would you mind telling that to my father? He thinks I'm wasting my time here," responded Zoie.

"You could be doing so much more. Why are you here?" insisted Sunki.

"It's fun. I like working here. Plus, the regulars are kind," summarized Zoie.

"Then it isn't a waste of time," Sunki assured.

Zoie finished her painting about an hour later.

"It doesn't look like the rain will stop tonight. My apartment is upstairs. You can sleep in my living room if you'd like," she offered.

"I'd appreciate it. Thank you," acknowledged Sunki. Zoie led him to it, got him comfortable, and excused herself to the bathroom.