"Where art thou, miss chong?"
I was in my usual friday lecture, 10-1. Boring as, squeezing years worth of knowledge into 3 hour slots. Meanwhile, he had just gotten my phone number not too long ago and was orchestrating a reason to meet. After bia-ing an assignment for the morning and dropping it into the business school's assignment drop, he messaged me- the first ever contact other than MSN and Sunday small talk.
We met for lunch in the Uni's only mexican lunch place. He had chilli con carne, and I really have no idea what I had anymore (probably too busy looking at him/his food). He showed me the present he got for May's birthday.
We went to ikea (i volunteered it and drove) and he bought me a tin of Anna's ginger thins and we got 1 set of ice cube makers each. Then I drove him home. It will be lovely to reunite them someday. The thins are long gone, shared among the creative arts team members during practice that next saturday, but the tin is still with me.
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