"Hi, Can I Get Your Number?"

[Monday: October 3, 2022; 11:52 am]

I meet a very–I say very handsome man.

It was lunchtime. My group of friends suddenly decided to eat lunch outside of school. Who am I to refuse? So I joined, naturally.

We decided to enter a humble, and simple food place, because why else would we decide to eat outside other than the magnificent restaurants inside the school?

Anyway, we, as experts in this place, naturally stood in front of the dishes lining the front. We respectively choose our food and sat down on a table for five. The good thing about this place is that: we don't have to wait for the food to be finished–unlike some fancy restaurants–because it is already done. All they have to do is scooped out our food from the container on display and serve it to us.

We thank the man who delivers us food and we...wait...aahh!... ahem both luckily stare at each other. He smiled, his eyes curving into slits and his right dimple showing, he naturally ended our staring contest and mumbled 'Enjoy the food.' His side profile is even more handsome! I can see his dimple, his not-so-tallest nose-but still not ugly to look at, in fact, it suits him best. His not-so-long and perfect eyelashes–but maybe it was only for me but I can see it as he blink his eyes. His voice! Ah! The voice, was gentle and sweet, the way he said those words with a smile made my stomach churn with delight. I want to hug him. That was what I thought.

Before he left, he glance at me! Me! Who was staring at him all this time! Instead of being embarrassed about being caught, I said to him: "Hi, can I get your number?"

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