Chocolate bean - by her

So it was a wonderful evening spent with him at the chocolate place.

He told her a story of a princess, a jester knight, and the Sun. She remembers she was engrossed in the story and his beautiful English accent. Suddenly he was a different person. The man who was somewhat cold to her,who wore a beanie and hoodie, who told her a story, who spoke in a foreign accent, became alive and attractive.

It was to his (and her) surprise that she confessed to him about her admiration.

But deep down inside she wasn't very sure if she did the right thing. Áfter all, she was not keen to go into a relationship, she had been by herself for quite some time.

She came out of a relationship 18 months ago, and now she enjoyed her singlehood very much. Life was good. Just her and herself, and God, and her career, her friends, her hobby, her freedom....no, she didnt want a boyfriend.

But yes, she wanted to let him know what she felt. It was kinda fun to watch his reaction.

She let herself indulge in the secret pleasure she found in his pursuit.

Boys came and left, and she didn't have the faith that he would do it differently.

' Silly boy, let's see how long you will stay ,' she thought.

But her secret pleasure quickly turn into guilt.

' What if he gets hurt at the end? What if he takes it too seriously?' Afterall, she didnt really want to have anything to do with him.

'Ermmm...I know I just told you about my feelings for you. But ...please don't misunderstand me, I don't want a relationship at all, and we are just friends. Nothing has happened, k?',
as though her behaviour was justified by popping his bubble.

That was a long but beautiful night. They stayed on, 7pm, 730pm,8pm,815pm...