Did I Ever Tell You...

Teaser concept for Cafe

Beautiful People: Cafe Edition 2

Okay, it's not a person... but it's Erica's cat Mocha when he was a baby. ^_^
Jungsu's edition was rather long, so I'm going to narrow it down and do THREE people here. ^_^
And, I'd like to make a note to you authors:
Always keep Christ in your writing.
Each of these characters listed here are struggling with personal problems - especially Daehyun, here. His faith in God is weak, and through the book, to not only him but the others, the goal is to prove that He's sovereign. 
 The verse basis I'm using for each character is this:

"Do not fear, for I am with you. Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand."
                                       Isaiah 41:10
 

Name: Erica Adams
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"

Excerpt from Cafe: Erica

Erica wrapped her arm through his to keep him with them, smiling at the prosaic expression on his face.

"What are you hungry for?" she asked, elbowing him lightly. He shrugged, continuing to look ahead as they walked down the busy sidewalks.

"Ask Daehyun – get him something he loves so he won't talk while eating."

Daehyun laughed, dropping back a few paces to get on her other side, making it easier for conversation.

"I don't care where we go, actually. But I am buying."

Erica looked up at him, squinting in the bright sunlight and having to raise her voice above the noise to be heard.

"Why do you keep insisting to buy?" she laughed, the back wind blowing her hair over a shoulder. He shrugged, hands in pockets, a smile still on his face as he spoke.

"I've got money to spare, and I might as well spend it on you two."

She laughed, breath fogging in the cold air as they walked.

"Fine then – I'll let you and Jungsu have it out over where we eat today."

"Really?" Jungsu grinned, looking down at her.

"Have at it," she laughed, keeping pace. Without hesitation, the two fell into a round of where they should go; apparently, Daehyun 'didn't care' only if Erica was involved. Now he was energetically debating with Jungsu over the difference of food quality between an outside market and a sit down restaurant. Erica listened with a smile on her face, trying to keep out of the conversation as much as she could, though she was literally stuck right in the middle. They had slipped from English to Korean, and, as is typical, were being loud and animated about it. She put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, walking briskly to keep pace with the two. The brunette glanced up at Daehyun, biting her lower lip in a smile; he was obviously enjoying himself, and she felt so relieved to see him smiling. There were those brief moments when he wasn't such a sincere person, and he'd show those rare smiles and laughs that he often kept to himself. She knew better, though, than to think he was fine. He wasn't, and that was made painfully clear by the glances he constantly cast to his surroundings, to the people around him; the way he came to work the day before, sick to his stomach from nightmares. The smile faded from her face, and she cast her eyes downward toward the sidewalk beneath her feet, hearing him laugh as he and Jungsu continued to debate. She sighed, wondering when that laugh would actually be true. 

 Name: Choi Daehyun

 Age: 22

 Height: 5'9"

 Cafe Exceprt: Daehyun

 

A drowsy darkness hung over the room, the fan still humming in the corner, the flow of air pushing dark curtains aside just enough to let in a single shaft of light. The beam reflected off of the glass still littering the floor, and the lamp was still toppled in a haphazard way. A crumpled picture lay close to the foot of the bed, the faces of four people angrily inked out with a permanent marker. A mess of sheets were tangled around Daehyun's sleeping form. Everything was quiet, the blarring car horns down below the apartment, the sound of a door slamming – it was all lost to his sleep. Abruptly, a sharp ringtone rent the air from somewhere under a pile of clothing, shattering the silence. Daehyun stirred, but the sound was muted through the pillow on his head, and it wasn't until the third ring that he came fully awake. When the realization that his phone was going off hit him, he shot upright, black hair falling into his eyes as he stumbled out of bed, shouting at anything that got in his way in the race to find it.

"Omo, omo, omo!" he cried, tossing clothes in every direction in an attempt to find the object. It continued to ring loudly, and just before it cut off, he found it, buried in the pocket of his jeans.

"Oh, come ON!" he exclaimed, working it out, hardly able to get it open as it slipped out of his hands. He finally did, jerking it up to his ear.

"Yeobsayo!?" he nearly shouted in a high pitched tone, and then uttered something between the sound of clearing his throat and an embarrassed cough. "Um... yeobsayo?" he corrected himself in a hoarse voice.

"... Wow," Jungsu said on the other line, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Omo," Daehyun whispered under his breath, subconsciously doing a 90 degree bow towards the wall as he apologized. "I'm... I didn't mean to shout."

"Did I wake you up?" - there was no mistaking the chuckle. Daehyun got to his feet, rubbing a hand across his eyes as he blinked against the light coming in the room.

"Uhm... yeh. I'm sor - " he cut himself short, having seen the time on the clock. "Oh no! I'm fired – I'm fired! She's going to kill me!" he wailed as he fell back onto the bed, staring at the red digital numbers in disbelief. Jungsu was laughing on the other line, his voice sounding deeper over the phone.

"Yah! Keep your shirt on – she said to tell you that you can take the day off if you need it."

Daehyun sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head slowly as he caught it in a hand, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration.
"No, I need to come in today. I'll... ah, I'll be there in about half an hour."

His voice sounded stronger and heavier from just having gotten up, but it still carried that hoarseness to it.

"Sure," Jungsu said; the sound of a chair scraping the tile floor was heard in the background, and the distant whir of the coffee grinder made him raise his voice.

"So – see you then," he finished.

"Yeh," Daehyun answered, pushing himself up after pulling on his house shoes. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

"No problemo," Jungsu said in English, a very nonchalant tone in his voice. There was an awkward silence, and then Jungsu spoke again, his voice lowered and the background sounds muffled as though he had a hand over the reciever. "You, are okay, aren't you?"

"I'm fine," he sighed, rubbing his eyes again. "Just, slept in. I'll be there soon."

"... okeh. Just checking. Um... see you."

"Yeh," Daehyun ducked his head in a subconscious bow once again, and after a five second delay of silence, the dialtone cut in. He snapped the phone shut, sighing as he looked around the room. Was it really 9:14? Shaking his head, he pushed a hand through his hair, blinking slowly as it fell right back into place over his eyes. Tossing the phone onto the bed, he walked out into the kitchen, finding all of the lights still on from the night before. Sunlight filtered brightly through the wall-window in the living room, confirming the time of morning through the long shadows it cast over the hardwood floor. He walked to the window, looking down at the packed streets below, the towering sky scrapers high above that made the apartment building look small. The bright sun caught and reflected off of the huge buildings, glaring back at him so that he had to raise a hand to shade his eyes, tossing his head to the side as he took a breath. He really didn't want to go out today, but he couldn't stay there and do nothing. He stood their quietly for several long moments, noticing that snow flurries had begun to drift from the sky. The heater cut on, warm air touching his skin. Still gazing out at the street, his hand moved to his stomach, resting over firm muscles; he closed his eyes, trying to forget the excruciating pain of a bullet tearing through his body, the images that haunted his mind of lying in a street bleeding to death. Taking in a sharp breath, he tossed his head to the side again, turning to walk into the kitchen, hand flicking off an overhead light as he did so. It's only a dream, he thought to himself, wide jaw clenching. Just a dream. 

 Name: Adriana Kang

 Age: 22

 Height: 5'4"

 Cafe Excerpt: Adriana

 

"Heyo!" Adriana smiled as she opened the café door, cold air rushing in from outside. Jungsu glanced up, a grin appearing as he raised a hand.

"Yo – whattup?" It was just then that he noticed her little brother in tow behind, shyly clinging to her, squinted brown eyes looking around nervously.

"Hey! Minsung!" he laughed, twitching his chin towards the boy. Minsung's face disappeared into a smile when he saw him.

"Jungsu-sshi!" he grinned, waving a hand.

"He was well enough to come out today," Adriana smiled, looking down at her little brother. "He wanted to see you."

Jungsu came out from around the counter, wiping his hands off on a rag as he knelt down to Minsung's level, holding his hand up for a high-five.

"How's my buddy?"

Minsung slapped his hand, looking like a miniature gangster in his pilot's jacket and oversized base-ball cap.

"I'm fine," he grinned, revealing a couple of missing baby teeth. The storage room door slammed shut as Daehyun appeared, tossing auburn hair from his eyes.

"Yah!" he smiled, pointing towards Adriana. "How are you?"

She pulled long black hair over her shoulder, letting go of her brother's hand to pull her coat off. "Great. You?"

"I'm well. Erica'll be back in a minute; she went to pick up some stuff at the market," he said, nodding towards the window. Jungsu straightened, Minsung taking his hand as he did so.

"She said you might come by," he added, rubbing his nose. "You two going out again today?"

Adriana smiled down at her little brother before glancing over at Jungsu.

"Yeh," she laughed. "I was wondering if you guys could watch Minsung again while we're gone."

Daehyun had taken a seat on one of the bar stools, hands hanging between his legs as he smiled, eyes disappearing.

"Absolutely," he gave her a thumbs up. "He's fun to hang out with."

Minsung grinned shyly as he winked at him. Jungsu looked down at the little boy, nodding towards the storage room.

"You wanna help me put some stuff up?" he asked, bleached hair sliding into his eyes, voice sounding deeper. Minsung hopped up and down excitedly, taking off towards the room, pulling Jungsu along.

"I take that as a yes!" he grunted, stumbling along behind his excited helper. Adriana laughed, folding her coat over her arm with a grin.

"That kid loves Jungsu," she giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Daehyun swung his leg back over the stool as he got up, slapping a hand on the counter.

"You want something to drink?" he asked, flicking his head to the side with an air of authority. A humored smirk appeared on Adriana's face as she sat down at the counter, raising an eyebrow.

"Feeling in charge, are we?" she laughed. He grinned, adjusting the fadora on his head that sat in a slightly angled position.

"Maybe," he swiped up a cup, something in his eyes sparkling. "Now... what'll it be?"

She glanced over the choices, lower lip stuck out in a thoughtful manner, elbows planted on the counter.

"Hmmm... a white chocolate mocha," she smiled sweetly. Daehyun twitched his chin up in a confident way as he jolted the filter loose, giving her a smug smirk.

"I think I can handle that."

"... you look like a gangster in that hat," she giggled. While the milk was steaming, he tilted the gray fadora sharply, folding athletic arms over his chest, biting lower lip in a fake grimace, auburn hair touching the back of his shirt as he tilted his head back.

"Yo," he nodded, lowering his voice to its deepest point. Adriana fell into a fit of laughter, shaking her head at him.

"Nice try, big boy," she laughed as he pushed the hat back into its proper position, a smile appearing as he took the milk up.

"I try," he grinned. She watched him making the mocha quietly for a few minutes, chin resting in hand, observing how he put it together. Moments later, he capped the drink, sliding it over to her.

"There you go," he said, wiping his hands off on a rag. She thanked him, taking the hot cup carefully.

"It smells nice," she smiled.

Book Report

Book: Cafe
Date Started: August 28, 2011
Page Count: 143
Text Size: 12
Text Style: DejaVu Sans Condensed
Chapter: 14
Main Characters In: Erica, Adriana, Jungsu, Daehyn, Justin (Viktor arriving SOON!)
Main Characters to Go: Viktor, Youngbae, Xaiver Black
To be Added: (... that's a surprise...)
General Weather: Cold, Winter, Snowy
Characters Wounded/Hurt: (THAT'S a surprise, too!)
Word Count Thus Far: 80,257

YAH! Here we go! I'm so excited; I brought Justin two days ago; another character! Things are spicing up - I'm really excited about it. So - my book writing buddy just got here, so I'll have to save more details until later. Meanwhile, here's my report for last month:


Book: Cafe
Date Started: August 28, 2011
Page Count: 123
Text Size: 12
Text Style: DejaVu Sans Condensed
Chapter: 12
Main Characters In: Erica, Jungsu, Daehyun, Adriana (Justin and Viktor coming within next 2 chapter!!!!)
Main Characters to Go: Viktor, Youngbae, Justin, Xaiver Black
To be Added: (... that's a surprise...)
General Weather: Cold, Winter, Snowy
Characters Wounded/Hurt: (THAT'S a surprise, too!)
Word Count Thus Far: 69,095


FIGHTING!
- hannah

 Seoul, South Korea

 Adriana Kang

 Erica Adams

 Erica Adams

 COFFEE!!!!

Here's a snippet for you to enjoy - any dialogue in italics means they're speaking in Korean. ^_^

Chapter 14

Rebel without a Cause

"Heyo!" Adriana smiled as she opened the café door, cold air rushing in from outside. Jungsu glanced up, a grin appearing as he raised a hand.

"Yo – whattup?" It was just then that he noticed her little brother in tow behind, shyly clinging to her, squinted brown eyes looking around nervously.

"Hey! Minsung!" he laughed, twitching his chin towards the boy. Minsung's face disappeared into a smile when he saw him.

"Jungsu-sshi!" he grinned, waving a hand.

"He was well enough to come out today," Adriana smiled, looking down at her little brother. "He wanted to see you."

Jungsu came out from around the counter, wiping his hands off on a rag as he knelt down to Minsung's level, holding his hand up for a high-five.

"How's my buddy?"

Minsung slapped his hand, looking like a miniature gangster in his pilot's jacket and oversized base-ball cap.

"I'm fine," he grinned, revealing a couple of missing baby teeth. The storage room door slammed shut as Daehyun appeared, tossing auburn hair from his eyes.

"Yah!" he smiled, pointing towards Adriana. "How are you?"

She pulled long black hair over her shoulder, letting go of her brother's hand to pull her coat off. "Great. You?"

"I'm well. Erica'll be back in a minute; she went to pick up some stuff at the market," he said, nodding towards the window. Jungsu straightened, Minsung taking his hand as he did so.

"She said you might come by," he added, rubbing his nose. "You two going out again today?"

Adriana smiled down at her little brother before glancing over at Jungsu.

"Yeh," she laughed. "I was wondering if you guys could watch Minsung again while we're gone."

Daehyun had taken a seat on one of the bar stools, hands hanging between his legs as he smiled, eyes disappearing.

"Absolutely," he gave her a thumbs up. "He's fun to hang out with."

Minsung grinned shyly as he winked at him. Jungsu looked down at the little boy, nodding towards the storage room.

"You wanna help me put some stuff up?" he asked, bleached hair sliding into his eyes, voice sounding deeper. Minsung hopped up and down excitedly, taking off towards the room, pulling Jungsu along.

"I take that as a yes!" he grunted, stumbling along behind his excited helper. Adriana laughed, folding her coat over her arm with a grin.

"That kid loves Jungsu," she giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Daehyun swung his leg back over the stool as he got up, slapping a hand on the counter.

"You want something to drink?" he asked, flicking his head to the side with an air of authority. A humored smirk appeared on Adriana's face as she sat down at the counter, raising an eyebrow.

"Feeling in charge, are we?" she laughed. He grinned, adjusting the fadora on his head that sat in a slightly angled position.

"Maybe," he swiped up a cup, something in his eyes sparkling. "Now... what'll it be?"

She glanced over the choices, lower lip stuck out in a thoughtful manner, elbows planted on the counter.

"Hmmm... a white chocolate mocha," she smiled sweetly. Daehyun twitched his chin up in a confident way as he jolted the filter loose, giving her a smug smirk.

"I think I can handle that."

"... you look like a gangster in that hat," she giggled. While the milk was steaming, he tilted the gray fadora sharply, folding athletic arms over his chest, biting lower lip in a fake grimace, auburn hair touching the back of his shirt as he tilted his head back.

"Yo," he nodded, lowering his voice to its deepest point. Adriana fell into a fit of laughter, shaking her head at him.

"Nice try, big boy," she laughed as he pushed the hat back into its proper position, a smile appearing as he took the milk up.

"I try," he grinned. She watched him making the mocha quietly for a few minutes, chin resting in hand, observing how he put it together. Moments later, he capped the drink, sliding it over to her.

"There you go," he said, wiping his hands off on a rag. She thanked him, taking the hot cup carefully.

"It smells nice," she smiled. She glanced up as Daehyun tossed the rag over his shoulder, pushing himself up onto the counter to sit.

"Soo..." she hummed, glancing over at him. "How've you been doing since Sunday?"

He glanced up, one eye peering out from under the rim of the hat, the other from the slanted auburn hair. He took in a breath, a small smile appearing as he looked down at his hands, swinging his dangling legs back and forth.

"Mmm... better," he looked up, the grin a little bigger. "Less tense."

Adriana took a sip of her coffee, trying to hide the delighted smile that appeared on her face.

"I'm glad to hear that," she said in a sophisticated way, tone a little more higher than she intended. She knew he had caught it by the way a shy, small smile reappeared, and was more than relieved when she heard the café door open.

"Erica!" she squealed, slipping off the stool to hug her friend.

"Hi, Adge!" Erica laughed, wrapping one hand around the other girl and balancing bags of groceries in the other. "How are you?"

"Great!" she beamed, taking one of the bags. "You?"

"I'm alright," Erica smiled, setting the rest of the groceries on the counter. "Keep the fort held down?" she asked, looking over at Daehyun, who had jumped off of the counter to put away the items.

"Yeh," he nodded, flicking his head again. "It wasn't busy at all."

"Where's Jungsu?" Erica asked, pulling off her coat.

"He's in the back," Adriana pointed, sitting back down on the stool. "Minsung's helping him with some chores, I think."

Almost as soon as she'd finished speaking, Jungsu came around the corner, Minsung riding on his back, arms wrapped around his neck.

"Someone call me?" he grinned, tossing his head to the side. Erica laughed, waving to Minsung.

"Just wondering what you're up to," she smiled as the little boy waved back at her. "We'll be leaving in a few minutes; can you hold it down a while longer?"

Jungsu pulled his little companion off of his back, the clinging child giggling furiously.

"Sure," he grunted, trying to rotate him into a better position. "I might have to do it with this monkey on me all day, but yeah – I'll manage."

Daehyun came around the counter and pried Minsung off of Jungsu's back, bear hugging the squirming figure in his strong arms.

"I say we just lock him in the storage room," he grinned. Minsung stuck his lower lip out, looking up seriously at his captor.

"You wouldn't do that, Daehyun-sshi," he said solemnly. Daehyun laughed, taking off his fadora and plopping it onto the boy's head; it practically engulfed him, resting far over his eyes.

"Of course not," he smiled. Adriana picked up her purse and coat, looking over at Erica.

"I guess we'd better go," she said, having looked at the clock. Erica nodded, picking up her own coat.

"Yeah, we probably should. We'll be back around 2:00, guys," she called. Daehyun gave her a thumbs up, one arm loaded with Minsung, who mimicked his action and facial expression to the best of his miniature manly ability. Jungsu smiled widely, leaning over the counter, skinny elbows bent out as he did so.

"Take you're time – we'll teach mini-gangster how to play poker."

"You'd better not!" Adriana squeaked, one hand on the door. "You'll regret it."

He tossed his head, waving her away nonchalantly.

"Okeh, okeh – we'll just do boring stuff like-"

"Lock him up in the storage room," Daehyun commented as he walked by, a slight smirk on his face.

"Yeeeaah... stuff like that," Jungsu rolled his eyes, flicking his head to the side. Erica uttered something between a laugh and a sigh, shaking her head.

"I give up. Come on, let's leave the guys to their strange ways."

"Bye, Minsung," Adriana called to her little brother, waving a hand. "Behave..."

... Not Happenin'

.... I can't.
This scene is *killing* me.

.... being a writer is a pain, sometimes. Especially when certain friends *really* want a scene that is *difficult* for me to... write. --.--

....
Fine.
I'll write it.
I'll do it.
I'll make every detail painstakingly obvious *just* for you people out there.

So - goodBYE! *nods head*
*TRIES to write this...*

^_^ =D :)

Shades of Gray

Shades of Gray is a story I've been working on for the Sons of Confederate Veterans newsletter that I do - I think I've mentioned it before, but I'm not sure.
Aaaanyway - it's a one shot about a boy in his late teens that gets caught up in the Civil War, and before all of that happens, he meets Uncas, a Native American, around his age.
At some point, I'll probably stick it up here for you guys to read - but in the meantime, I wanted to post who the 'actors' are for the parts. :)

Eric Schweig as 'Uncas' 

(haha - that was his name in Last of the Mohicans!) 

Alex Pettyfer as 'Ethan'

This was the best picture I could find... not very many out there. :S

At any rate - that's them. So far. Things might change. :) I've been working on it for, oh, about a year now, but since it's a newsletter, it gets done in *very* small sections, which is annoying to me. I'm not a big fan of newsletters, but, writing the story is entertaining! ^_^ 

I hope to develop them into intriguing chaps as the story goes on. :)

A Writer's Troubles: Simplified

I came across these videos via my Best Friend's blog, and though I'm not participating in NaNoWriMo, they so apply to every writer! The process is so true... to all you writers: you're going to get a kick out of this. ^_^

National Cappuccino Day!

It's National Cappuccino Day!
Cappuccinos are some of the best coffee drinks out there - and for today, I'd like to have a special person explain it to you. I happen to have Na Jungsu here with me; he's been working at the Cafe in my story, and came for a visit. He's 20 years old, and has been working at the Cafe for about three weeks now; he catches on to things very quickly, and is now teaching a new employee about how things work. Without further ado, I'll let him have the seat. If he messes up on his English... don't worry... he'll continue his grammar lessons shortly. ^.^ *smiles at his insulted shout*
Alright, Jung Su - the computer is yours!

Um... hi. Okay, so, cappuccinos. The secret to making the perfect one is the correct ratio of milk to espresso - the classic recipe calls for three equal parts of espresso, milk and froth, but NEVER cream. (nasty stuff...) It is the milk froth that sits on top like a cap - thus the name, CAPpuccino. The froth needs to be firm enough to support the sugar for a moment before it descends into the cup, much in the way as good crema functions in an espresso. Don't EVER burn the steamed milk - you have to be gentle with it. Cappuccinos are the best thing to have on a cold Autumn day (or Winter, if you prefer...) Sad enough, a lot of people don't know how 2 make good coffees - here is a video I found this morning that does it the RIGHT way. The only complaint I have about it is the steaming - you need to move the pitcher around a little and it makes it much more foamy. (Hannah let me borrow the computer at like, 3:50 this morning; could not sleep!)
A really good top for it is shaved chocolate or cinnamon on the foam. Good stuff.

So now I'm off to make one - enjoy yourself a cappuccino; settle down somewhere and read a book. Or browse the Internet... in my opinion. ^_^

Bringing You Love from the Cafe,
- NA Jungsu

  Cafe Excerpt

(When characters are speaking Korean, it's in italics.)

Dae Hyun was standing quietly by the door, glancing around the streets outside. When he heard them come out, he turned to face them, nodding his head in acknowledgment. Jung Su leaned against the counter across from him, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at Erica, who began making a list of the things she needed from the store.

"Alright. So, I'm you're help for today. I'll show you what to do. It is not hard to learn."

He handed him the apron, pulling it out of the pack.

"So," he continued, tossing the bag in the trash. "Over here – first thing's first."

Dae Hyun followed him, tying the apron. He listened quietly as Jung Su explained how the brewers worked, and took him through the steps of making the different coffees.

"The filter comes off like this. When you make the espresso shots, you pack the grounds into it tightly with this tamper at a 90 degree angle in a circular motion, like this..."

He took the small silver tamper and rolled it around in the packed filter basket in a swift movement. "Use your wrist," he explained.

"When steaming milk for whatever you're making, you use this pitcher," he said, picking up a stainless steel container. He bent down and got a jug of milk from the fridge.

"Say I'm going to make a cappuccino," he continued, picking up the filter basket and attaching it to the brewer.

"I'd fit the filter to its holder and turn it on. The water needed is already in the container there, so it's ready to go. While that's brewing, I'm going to froth the milk."

He filled the pitcher with just the right ammount, and inserted the steam outlet just under the surface of the liquid, turning it on. It whirred loudly, and he moved the pitcher up and down in small circular movements; the milk began to foam and encrease.

"Make sure the container is not so hot you cannot touch it," Jung Su said over the noise. Once it was sufficiantly frothy, he turned it off, setting that pitcher aside.

"Alright," he said, getting out another container. "Your turn."

Dae Hyun took the pitcher from him, pouring milk into it.

"How much?" he asked, glancing over at him. Jung Su noticed he was using formal Korean, but let it slip, thinking it was from his nervousness.

"Uh, about six inches for this one. We'll make a latte with it."

He watched him closely, re-pointing to what to do.

"Nah, it goes in like that, see?" he said, adjusting the position of the pitcher. "Now turn it on, that button there."

Dae Hyun flicked it on, and once again it began to whir. Jung Su guided his hand a little, showing him how to move it.

"How long do you do it for?" he asked, watching the milk begin to foam. There was that formal Korean again...

"Depends on how foamy you want it," Jung Su glanced over at him. "For this one, just enough until it is thick."

From her position at the other end of the counter, Erica listened quietly to what was said, smiling to herself as she wrote out her grocery list. Dae Hyun was so nervous, but was trying his best to do things right. She shook her head slowly, a small smile still on her face, wondering just when Jung Su would say something about the formal Korean. She knew very well that it wasn't because her new employee was nervous. 

 

The Sable Quean - Last in the Redwall Series

It came a few days ago - the last in the Redwall series. It was published in October of last year, and I've been wanting it since then. When my friend told me that Brian Jacques had died, we went to the Barns and Noble website and ordered it. :) (Too bad it takes a death to make you buy the book! 0.0)

Anyway, it's very good so far - I'm enjoying it!
I was sitting on my couch today, and it was storming outside; I had my window down, so I could hear the thunder and the rain and the wind, and see my curtains billowing inward. I snuggled down and picked up my book, smiling to myself....it had been a long time since I could sit down like that and just READ! =D I really enjoyed it. :)

Always Fighting,
-Han