It was romantic only because it happens to me.
It was a normal walk home.
Then he overtook me.
and walked in front of me...for the next 10 minutes..
One block away from my flat..I lost sight of him.
Until I turn corner and saw him again...standing in front of the lift lobby.
Reading a book...waiting for the lift...
When is the last time I saw a Singaporean man reading a book.
I cannot remember any.
This is not a Singaporean by the way.
He is an angmoh...
A handsome one. How handsome?
I describe him to wendy(my best friend) as "eastern european plumber looking"
He look up at me...
i suddenly feels shy.
For a split second...the lift door opens.
He looked at me...waiting for me to enter first.
When is the last time a singaporean man let me enter the lift first..
I cannot remember any as well...
I was too shy to look up..and enter the lift first, then him.
Door closes...
15th floor is for me.
He lives on the 13th.
I stand behind him...
The lift is so quiet...I am afraid he will hear my heartbeat...
But I was smiling...
13th floor..
door opens and he left...
15th floor...
Reach my door.
End of story.
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