midmorning mimosas.
Starter for @kweunbyul !
University isn’t exactly what Hansol expected it to be. Sure, there’s the non-stop parties, the late nights (though not because he’s studying), spending hours in the library (again, not for studying—for money), making new friends, having wild romances (okay, more like physical flings). But still, he’s realised a lot more of it is actually studying, and doing work, than he thought it would be. He’d gotten a couple bad grades when he first arrived, and he’d realised he needed to step up his game if he wanted to make it to his second year.
This morning, however, he’d invited Eunbyul to brunch for a catch up. They’d both been busy with actual schoolwork for a while, and he’d decided enough is enough—they needed to spend a morning just enjoying good food and good company. He’d fancied pancakes, so had booked a table at a fancy restaurant known for their scrumptious brunch menu.
“So, tell me. How badly are you suffering?” He takes a sip of his mimosa, then skewers one of the powdered sugar covered strawberries from the little hill of fruit atop his pancake stack and pop it in his mouth, savouring the bright sweetness—perfect for a summer morning. He remembers when he’d accompany his parents to restaurants like this, sitting up on the roof terrace, surrounded by other rich families or businessmen.
“This place does the best pancakes. You really can’t cheap out on brunch.” It’s true if you’re going to get pancakes, you might as well go all out and get the best of the best. No one wants pancakes that end up soggy from too much liquidy fruit, or too sweet, making it sickly. These ones are just right.
