Best Friends, Maybe? (A Song Joong-ki Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Joong-ki helped me out a lot. After he's done copying the notes, he helped translating them for me. He translated them in English, I write down what he said. He's not as uptight as I thought he would be. He's kind of friendly. If he's not, then why would he help me? Maybe I can do the same with the rest of my classmates. Be friends with them like how I am friends with Joong-ki.

Since it's a sunny Sunday, I decide to take a stroll. I walk around my neighbourhood with the help of my GPS. If I don't take this with me, I might get lost. I'm getting thirsty from all this walking. I should look for a café. I tap the screen of my GPS. The screen is pitch-black. I tap it again. Nothing comes out.

"Oh, come on! How am I going to find my way back?" I moan.

I should've charged it fully last night. I groan. I take a seat on a bench by a tree. I have no idea where I am. It's like rows of shops and stores. I should just walk and see this place for myself. Who needs a GPS? I get up from the bench and put my GPS in my bag. I keep on walking. I don't know where I am. I don't think that'll be a problem. If I get lost, I can simply call my Dad or Mr Lee to pick me up wherever I am.

The sweet smell of blooming flowers in Korea's spring season is very calming. It's not so noisy here. I pass by a shop and the aroma of freshly-baked breads attracts me. I turn around to see the shop. The signpost is in Korean and it has pictures of cakes, coffee cups and breads. This must be a café, I thought.

I enter the café or so I think it is. The bell jingles as I open the door. The interior of the café isn't that big but it's cosy. I like it here. I take a seat by the window. I love sitting by the window. I like watching people pass by and everything. It takes my mind off my problems if I have any.

I see a waiter cleaning the table in front of me. I should place my order now. "Excuse me, waiter?" I call out for him. He turns to me. To my amazement, it's Joong-ki! He wears a white apron with some kind of logo on it. His brown long-sleeved shirt, black trousers and sneakers fit well on him. Honestly, he looks good.

"Yes..." he pauses and stares at me. "Cassie?"

"Joong-ki?"

We laugh as we say each other's name at the same time. I assume he works here. I cannot believe I would meet a classmate here. Well, at least there's someone I can communicate easily with.

"So, you work here, huh?" I ask. Damn, why would I ask something so obvious?

"Yea, I do." He smiles. None of us say a thing for a while. I purse my lips while thinking of something to say. "Would you like to order a drink?" Joong-ki asks. I guess I should place my order through him.

"Oh, yes! That's why I'm here. What's your special today?" I ask. I can't read the menus. They're all words, no pictures.

"I'm sorry, special?" He looks confused but totally cute. Gosh, Cassie, what are you thinking?!

"Uh-huh, special like what is the drink of the day and stuff?"

"No, we don't have anything like that. Customers just order what they want," he replies honestly.

"Okay then. Um...can I have iced lemon tea?" I ask. I see him jotting it down.

"Do you want to eat anything?"

"What's the best cake here?" He stops to think a while and then he beams.

"Why don't you try my Tiramisu?" I think I misheard something.

"Your Tiramisu? Seriously?" I say in disbelief. He can make Tiramisu? Are you kidding me?

"Yup, it's my recipe. Want to have a slice? It's not the best in the menu though. In fact, it's not even in the menu. I won't charge you for it. Not even one customer ever tasted it yet," he explains.