“I’ll have a classic Belgian waffle with strawberry and whipped cream.” I point to the picture behind the cashier.

“I’ll have the classic with Nuttella spread. Make it double spread.” TaecYeon says his order.

We’re finally able to get into this waffle parlor during weekdays. The pending dessert we’ve planned to have from our last date night.

We pick the only seat left in the shop, get off from our coats and sit. It’s a 6 people seating, so we politely drag one table away so another people can sit comfortable in the other two tables.

“Can’t believe this, I thought during weekdays it’ll be less crowded.” TaecYeon helps me to open my coat.

“I know, right! It’s not even rush hour just yet.”

It’s been two weeks since we’re both agreed to let this relation flow as it should. I personally have no idea where this one’s going but, I might as well just enjoy the moment to be with him. I’d be lying if I say I never have any interest with him all this time, I mean, have you seen him? He’s the kind of man that has good charisma that makes people around him smiles whenever he smiles. During my hard time, he tried so hard to put a smile back on my face, without ever losing hope that one day he’d succeeded to make me happy. Physically, TaecYeon is naturally tall and handsome; moreover, he’s a young man that takes care of his body and health seriously. This resulted to his well-toned muscular body with just enough tan to makes me waver.

“A penny for your thought.” He interrupts my day dream. He always says tis whenever I blank out.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, what it is?” he takes my hand and play with it.

“Just thinking about us.” I smile shyly.

“I like us, what is it that you’re thinking about?”

“Everything. How it all begun and where we are today. The Great Guy Above sure has His way for all the twist and turn happened in my life.”

“That’s a relieve, I thought for a second you have regrets about having me around.” He softly touches my face to pinch my check.

“One question though, why me?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. You’re not even my type to begin with,” he winks to his own words, “but never in my life have I felt so comfortable around someone the way I feel when I’m near you.”

“Bull.”

“Seriously. I mean, I grew up I as a ladies man, I flirt here and there, I went home with a lot of women. One day I brought you home and that’s it, I don’t feel the need to bring another girl anymore.”

“I was sick back then, Yeon-a, maybe that’s why you’re reluctant to bring home another woman.”

“Hmm.. maybe, but maybe for once in my life I feel the need to help someone, I felt useful and countable.”

“Did you pity me that much?” I cringe remembering how awful it was.

“At first. But once I got to know you better, I just wanted to heal you.” Admits him.

The waitress delivers our o