She nipped and tucked her hair over and over again in the LRT. The other passengers must’ve thought she had some sort hair nip/tuck OCD. She had chosen to wear her white empire waist top and flared jeans. She had put on some make up and at the last minute decided to wear her striped head band. She had eyed every wearable pair of shoes that she owned and settled on her denim 2 inches kitten heels (a decision that she would regret).

She had lunch plans with Jason that day. Where else if not at Suria KLCC?

She arrived rather early and decided to linger in Isetan. Wait. Not a good idea. The last time she was alone in Isetan, her vanity had suffocated her as she checked herself out in all the mirrors. No, that won’t happen again. Not knowing what to do, she called Jason up. He was early too. Yay! Brownie points!

They made their way to Madam Kwan’s because he had heard rave reviews about it. She loved the one in Pavilion but she was rather skeptical of the one in Suria; she told him that but he was rather optimistic about it. She ordered her favourite Mushroom Chicken Floss Mee while he wanted Nasi Bojari. She had iced water while his was warm. For dessert, they had Fried Banana Fritters with Golden Syrup and Vanilla Ice Cream.

All through the meal they talked; trying to get to know one another. She was amused by how this lunch date resembles an interview. Scratch that. The first date is ALWAYS like an interview.

She find him not only good looking but he was also smart. As smart as he is, he was in no way arrogant about it. They laughed a lot and one time she felt like the water she was trying to swallow would come out of her nose.

After lunch they walked around Suria. At one point, she had peeped at her watched and excused herself to the surau. He went in Toys ‘R Us and had bought himself a Rubik’s cube. By the time she found him sitting on one of the benches outside the surau, he was frustrated with the cube.

They walked outside to Starbucks for some coffee. “Iced, grande, caramel, no-whip mocha, please,” she said when he asked what she wanted. She grabs the Rubik’s cube that he had left on the table and absentmindedly played with it.

By the time he came back with their drinks, she had solve the cube. “How did you do that? You have to teach me!” She blinked. How do you teach someone to solve a Rubik’s cube? “I knew you’re smarter than what you’re trying to make people believe,” he nudged her calf with his feet. She pouted and innocently said “No, I’m not. I’m NOT!” He laughed, she kicked his shins and he laughed again.

After a while, his cousin called and asked if she could pick him up at The Ascott. He looked at her and asked her if she could walk him there. She said yes and he hung up the phone.

As they walked towards The Ascott, she relieved the sad story of why she had to cut her hair and him of his scary experience of the time his sister had tricked him to wax his brows. They stopped chattering when it was time to cross the road.

She instinctively grab his shirt as the cars and motorcycles zoomed pass them. He had then put his hand around her to keep her close. She wasn’t afraid of crossing the street (in fact, she was one of the bravest among her friends) but she appreciates his gesture to protect. As he guided them across the street, she felt safe in his arms.

(Thinking back, that’s how he knew that her phone was vibrating )