Twice Shy. Forever Smitten.
Last night, it felt like the longest drive ever in the urban city of KL in her Arjuna.
The road congested. The masses of human soul departed to their respective home for Labour Day.
We’ve been to the hub of centralised passage of urban shuttle to have frappucino and green tea — calming amidst the flocking commuters.
We braved the choking arteries of KL to arrived on top of observatory plane, observing the beauty of artificial light along the line of KL’s choking arteries. I spilled my hazelnut coffee, and have a mango juice; like hers.
We departed, and we reunite again. To have black coffee and shared orange juice in the calmness of cold dawn.
The tête-à-tête is saccharine sweet like the taste of frappucino, green tea, black coffee and fruit juices — and the spilled hazelnut coffee.
The taste of her sweetness linger. Her past overshadowed by her charm.
Twice we met that night.
Forever I’m smitten.