The familiar sweet smell of pancakes caught her attention, and Ana looked around the room seeking for the source. Mark came to surprise her with his meals as usual, the male making her crack a smile and dropping her pencil next to her notebook to talk to him.
“Yeah…” She nodded slowly, trying not to seem too impatient to just remove the towel and open the container to devour her meal. She chuckled and shook her head quickly. “No way! I’ve been trying to compose this song for hours. I definitely needed this break. And food.” She stuffed her mouth with a big piece of it, humming in delight. “So tasty! Even better than my pancakes! Thank you, Mark.” She smiled at him before turning her gaze to the container, trying to chew slowly to appreciate the flavor.
Fortunately for Ana, Mark happened to be the best pancake flipper in the city. Or at least he’d like to think so. It was probably the effect of watching too many cooking shows, but he’s recently added ‘breakfast cook’ to his nonofficial list of skills.
“Awesome, it seems I came just in time then.” he nods with a grin, peering over her shoulder. The pancakes sit adjacent to her song-writing paraphernalia when he looks at it, trying to piece together what different melodies came in her writing. Interesting stuff, he finds, because he tends to dabble in composing his own songs. Though they’re not as put-together as what’s laid out in front of him now. “What’s the song about, mm?” he asks her, claiming a spot nearby as he sneaks in a small pancake bite.
“Oh and don’t mention it! You deserve a taste of Seoul’s finest since you’ve been working this hard.” mark simpered, nodding a few times.