The Last Supper (Part 1)
We flew into the same city on the same day and checked into the same hotel on the same night. His room was upstairs and mine was downstairs. I can swear to God that I could hear his heavy footsteps touching the floorboard every time he got up from his bed in the middle of the night. Must be the jetlag.
We stayed out of each other path (he kept to himself and I kept to myself) for almost a week until one night he took up the courage, broke the ice, and asked me out for dinner.
"Since our hotel is in the middle of nowhere, it is only wise for us to share the cab fees and eat out together." He cheekily proposed.
I nodded in agreement. Jet-setting life can make one craves for companionship super-the-badly in a foreign land. I needed him as much as he needed me. I mean to have someone to chitchat, to drink with, to share, and to pass the long and lonely evening together. Nothing more and nothing less. Don't get dirty-minded on me. Every inch of my body is GOLD. Remember that.
"Shall we go to Castro Street? There are many restaurants over there. What do you like to eat?" He asked for my preference like a good gentleman.
"Malaysian.", I replied without any hesitation.
"Homesick, eh?" He teased.
"Yes and I miss my mom's cooking VERY MUCH. Don't you?" I retorted gently.
"In the beginning YES. But not anymore. You'll get used to it. Because after a while, I mean a few more trips later, you'll become immune to the food and the surroundings. Every restaurant will taste the same and every hotel room will look the same to you." He replied matter-of-factly.
"Well, I guess I'm not the traveling kind then." I looked out to the window and saw the turning into Castro Street.
We have arrived.
(To be continued...)
We stayed out of each other path (he kept to himself and I kept to myself) for almost a week until one night he took up the courage, broke the ice, and asked me out for dinner.
"Since our hotel is in the middle of nowhere, it is only wise for us to share the cab fees and eat out together." He cheekily proposed.
I nodded in agreement. Jet-setting life can make one craves for companionship super-the-badly in a foreign land. I needed him as much as he needed me. I mean to have someone to chitchat, to drink with, to share, and to pass the long and lonely evening together. Nothing more and nothing less. Don't get dirty-minded on me. Every inch of my body is GOLD. Remember that.
"Shall we go to Castro Street? There are many restaurants over there. What do you like to eat?" He asked for my preference like a good gentleman.
"Malaysian.", I replied without any hesitation.
"Homesick, eh?" He teased.
"Yes and I miss my mom's cooking VERY MUCH. Don't you?" I retorted gently.
"In the beginning YES. But not anymore. You'll get used to it. Because after a while, I mean a few more trips later, you'll become immune to the food and the surroundings. Every restaurant will taste the same and every hotel room will look the same to you." He replied matter-of-factly.
"Well, I guess I'm not the traveling kind then." I looked out to the window and saw the turning into Castro Street.
We have arrived.
(To be continued...)
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