She was very nicely dressed up with faint makeup, sweet smiling as always. The kinda smile that will 'float' you and make you forget the anxiety that comes with waiting for her. It all started very coldly. We talked about what's been cooking in our lives, and stuff. It got weird sometimes and I would fidget, touching my face every now and then, putting my hand into the pockets to fiddle with the hp, etc. I had repeatedly told myself to stay natural and be less polite. Because I'm simply not used to being polite. OH. Ok, we were soon back to suaning each other over dinner, which is pasta at Bakerzin, recommended by Jason. We then shared a 'coffin' cake over dessert. The food is all nice and the ambience is just right. We got lucky because we got the last place by the sea. Damn thankful for it. And did I mention that she's a damn nice person to talk to. Good tempered, well-mannered, always smiling. It's just so comfortable chatting with her. There was kind of a 状况 along the way. Her relative got into an accident and her mum is sorta demanding her to go back and visit the hospital. She stayed on, and although we left for home earlier than what I had planned, I was really appreciative. Serious. We strolled back slowly to the MRT, walking against the night breeze. She began to talk about her past, and I was quite taken aback by some of her revelations. She's the 'nice nice angel' kinda person I would have imagined but then (hur hur) she has got the audacity to do certain things that I was not even doing at that tender age. But then again she shrugged them off with an innocent look that will make anyone think that she did nothing wrong. She allowed me to accompany back to her home without much fuss. A cab ride and a few sms-es later, I'm still relishing the nicest evening I had for a very long time.