DATE?

She sat staring at the large window pane in her room showing the bustling city. Her lips red-wine sipping through the glass of wine, from a distance you could tell it is the 1947 French Cheval-Blanc. Jay sat at the couch on the other side of the room and poured himself a glass.

''isn't it amazing?'' he baffled, ''I know you can tell how expensive it is. Funny, I can't even taste it. What a waste of heavenly treasures, ''he sighed.

Nurtured like a fragile flower, Tisha grew up under Jay's gentleness used as a lethal poison. To her, he was a sanctuary she couldn't defy. 'So unguarded,' he more often than not thinks.

"Feelings cannot fade neither be sorted

They finally disappear and the fate is doomed

The past appears and tears come out."

' Don't you find this verse cute ?' she scuffed.

"Is it?'' he replied.

"How was your date? Fun?" she asked

'Pretty interesting if I may say. Totally my type, you know, voluptuous pretty face and nice ,' he said with a large grin.

"It would have been fun if someone played nice."he continued.

"I'm glad I helped," she said raising her glass.