I was in the middle of fixing the apartment when I got hungry. I am aware that there are other restaurants or cafés within the vicinity of my place but I can’t help it. I feel like my feet have a mind of their own. My feet as if know where to go and what food to eat. My feet know the way and again brought me to Foodfighter!  I know, I know but can you please accept this very lame excuse? But their bulgogi is one of a kind? And yes, I am craving for that familiar taste, it’s the bulgogi!

Even before I was seated, my eyes are already looking everywhere searching for Bulgogi. I wonder what he’s wearing today. Will he look at me again weirdly, just like the last time I was here? He’s friendly with the other customer maybe I’ll get to know his name today. Where is he? He was here before especially lunchtime! It’s a very busy time of the day for them, he can’t be absent right? And besides, I want value for my money! 

I am almost done with my meal and sadly I wasn’t able to see him. Well maybe not today. I hope the next time my feet bring me here I could have a glimpse of him…My stomach was very happy and satisfied but my spirit was not.

When I was about to leave Foodfighter I saw him. I saw him coming out from a passenger side of a car and leaned on the driver’s side, smiling and talking to the driver.   Yup, I can see clearly that the driver is a very beautiful and cheerful woman. They were talking animatedly and as if they are in their own world! So he