There was a boy.
He just happened to walk along a row of shophouses; he didn’t exactly know for what or why he did so, but he still did, as if his very existence was justified by the act of walking past shophouses. As he passed by a crêpe shop that sold tiramisus so tasty they could make you cry, he spotted a girl eating outside. The girl was accompanied by 2 other guys, and they didn’t seem have much conversation going on.
He just happened to walk along a row of shophouses; he didn’t exactly know for what or why he did so, but he still did, as if his very existence was justified by the act of walking past shophouses. As he passed by a crêpe shop that sold tiramisus so tasty they could make you cry, he spotted a girl eating outside. The girl was accompanied by 2 other guys, and they didn’t seem have much conversation going on.
The boy recognized the girl; she was the one he fancied very much, a terrible lot indeed, and his heart raced and blood rushed to his face as he saw the familiar hairband tied around her ponytail. His mind, confused by infatuation, gave him the decision that he should go join them, although none of them knew him. Not personally, at least. As he walked towards their table, he changed his mind, thankfully, and went to the counter instead.
As he headed up to the counter, he kept glancing behind himself to check on the girl who was sitting beneath the intolerably humid sky with the sun beating down on her neck like an abusive parent. She was looking at him too, which startled him slightly. They locked eyes a few times, and suddenly she gave him a wide smile and beckoned him to sit with them.
Taken aback, the boy looked around to make sure that she was signalling to him and pointed at himself with a quizzical expression on his face. She nodded vigorously; the boy grinned excitedly, and sauntered over with the best saunter he ever did in his life.
He set the plate down and started chatting excitedly with her, and soon they were laughing madly at ridiculous stories of the dreams they had the previous night.
Somehow, something beyond the boy’s shoulder caught the girl’s eye and she pointed at it excitedly and held onto the boy’s arm, wide-eyed and almost bouncing in glee.
The boy smiled in bliss at the girl’s adorable antics, before he silently groaned in dismay as she squealed, “Ang Shijie! Oh my God it’s Ang Shijie!”
The boy glanced backwards, fists clenched, to see who this potential murder victim was and-
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Then I woke up. Bummer.
I still felt good about it. I don’t think the fact that it was a dream sunk in yet. 🙁
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