We Should Meet Like This

Very girlishly Japanese and stylishly attractive goes the thought bubble, as I admire my doppelganger in the mirror. I had decided to dress prettily today + parade my new Louis Vuitton Monogram Idylle Speedy30 Bandouliere (bought all the way from Paris, bless a dear friend). Well, we never know who I might meet on the train. Especially since we have established that he stays in the east and takes the mrt to work; never mind that we have never bumped into each other before. In any case, with a jaunt in my step and a flick of my hair, I was off. There is still the lunch hour, the corridors and the random meetings.

I didn’t see him on the train, which was to be expected. But my heart skipped a beat when someone his build strolled past me on the escalator at City Hall. I think it’s him. But he couldn’t hear me with music blasting into his ears so I tapped him on the arm at the traffic junction.

Hey. Where did you come from.

So we chatted. And he lit up a cigarette.

I love going to work even more now.