The "Him" from TCC.

1020hrs.
walking towards the station,
it shone before me.
the place we agreed to go fer a long, long time.
even thou i am tight on budget alreadi.
still, i decided to head in.
"shall we try TCC today?"
a nod from Valerie and we found ourselves at the main door.

a queue.
a waiting list.
a pen to write.
aww. we nid to wait fer them to call.

1035hrs.
an unknown caller.
mumbled sth and hanged.
i assumed it was from TCC.
so off we went back there.
"hi, i'm xinyi.
you guys called mi jus now?"

"erm, xinyi?
oh. there's someone before u.
so you nid to wait fer a while more okie?
it will be quick, dun worrie!"

i turned to valerie.
"huh?! den why did they call us?"
dots.
we simply stood next to this giant poster at the entrance.

1040hrs.
"RRRRINGGGG!"
"hello?"
"hello. is tis xinyi?
i'm calling fer TCC.
i....."
at this instant,
i emerged from behind the giant poster to show my face.
we broke into laughters.

"i tot u walked away!?"

"haha! i was here all along!"

i looked at my phone.
tis time a different number.
so the number b4 was a wrong number perhaps.
and i shd realli thank tis person who made tis wrong call.
otherwise i wont leave such a deep impression rite?

he got sunshine smiles.
perhaps from the reflection of the braces he was wearing.
veri charming,
a charismatic figure.
i hope i dream of him tonight.
jus fer one night is good enuff.

since i am a free bird.
allowing myself to get mesmerise fer awhile wont kill rite?

off to bed now!
to dream of him.
(:

ps :: in case u're ignorant. The Coffee Connoisseur, last word is pronounced as ko-no-si-a.