The Last Supper (Part 2)
The night breeze stroked our face.
He's one head taller than me. He walked in front of me and I followed close behind him. I had never seen him in jeans before, so I commented, "This is the first time I see you wearing jeans." Well, since the first day we met, he is forever impeccably dressed like those well-groomed models from the fashion magazines. And I couldn't resist the urge to tease him.
He paused momentarily, then he turned, and laughed, "OMG Titoki, I didn't know that you like to analyse people's butts and you are staring at mine!"
I blushed, "Yes and... No."
"You are walking in front of me. And I have to keep the distance and not bump into you. And no, I don't have the habit of staring at people's butts unless they are round, firm and fitted snugly against their jeans, OR, their arse is so skinny that no matter how hard you try, you can't see 'anything' also. And yours is the latter. Hahaha." I soooo love to annoy him.
"Ouch. My dear, do you usually bite off your date's head everytime you go out with them? Is that why you are still single and available?" He winked and gave me an evil grin.
"Bastard." I cursed gently under my breath and slammed my soft fist on his shoulders.
He grabbed my hand, held it, and dragged me across the street. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to react or recover.
"Come on sweetie. I'm starving. Let's walk faster. There are many types of restaurants over here in Castro. Which restaurant do you fancy?" He asked gently.
Still stunned, I looked into his eyes and uttered, "I suddenly feel like having some Thai food for dinner. Let's eat here. This one looks good." I indicated at the restaurant in front of us and withdrew my hand sloooowwwly from his grasp. Every inch of my body is GOLD, remember?
(Later, my friends pointed out to me that I seriously have phobia of letting guys getting too close to me. Another word, over-protective of myself. Maybe they are right. As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. I day-day guard my heart with electric barbed-wire. Dunno whether it's a good or a bad thing...)
"Let's walk further down the street. The Thai restaurant over there seems to have a bigger crowd. I bet the food tastes better than the one over here too." He suggested.
"Alrighto." I nodded my head in agreement. We marched down the street side by side. No more holding hands together. And in total silence. The short walk seemed to have stretched on to infinity. The stars twinkled and smiled down at our long shadows. People thought we are a couple.
(To be continued...)
He's one head taller than me. He walked in front of me and I followed close behind him. I had never seen him in jeans before, so I commented, "This is the first time I see you wearing jeans." Well, since the first day we met, he is forever impeccably dressed like those well-groomed models from the fashion magazines. And I couldn't resist the urge to tease him.
He paused momentarily, then he turned, and laughed, "OMG Titoki, I didn't know that you like to analyse people's butts and you are staring at mine!"
I blushed, "Yes and... No."
"You are walking in front of me. And I have to keep the distance and not bump into you. And no, I don't have the habit of staring at people's butts unless they are round, firm and fitted snugly against their jeans, OR, their arse is so skinny that no matter how hard you try, you can't see 'anything' also. And yours is the latter. Hahaha." I soooo love to annoy him.
"Ouch. My dear, do you usually bite off your date's head everytime you go out with them? Is that why you are still single and available?" He winked and gave me an evil grin.
"Bastard." I cursed gently under my breath and slammed my soft fist on his shoulders.
He grabbed my hand, held it, and dragged me across the street. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to react or recover.
"Come on sweetie. I'm starving. Let's walk faster. There are many types of restaurants over here in Castro. Which restaurant do you fancy?" He asked gently.
Still stunned, I looked into his eyes and uttered, "I suddenly feel like having some Thai food for dinner. Let's eat here. This one looks good." I indicated at the restaurant in front of us and withdrew my hand sloooowwwly from his grasp. Every inch of my body is GOLD, remember?
(Later, my friends pointed out to me that I seriously have phobia of letting guys getting too close to me. Another word, over-protective of myself. Maybe they are right. As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. I day-day guard my heart with electric barbed-wire. Dunno whether it's a good or a bad thing...)
"Let's walk further down the street. The Thai restaurant over there seems to have a bigger crowd. I bet the food tastes better than the one over here too." He suggested.
"Alrighto." I nodded my head in agreement. We marched down the street side by side. No more holding hands together. And in total silence. The short walk seemed to have stretched on to infinity. The stars twinkled and smiled down at our long shadows. People thought we are a couple.
(To be continued...)
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