you weren't far from me at that time; you were just actually beside me.
this was the first time we are gonna go out. just the two of us.
it was thursday afternoon, and it was sunny then.
you were wearing a faded pair of jeans, a brown shirt and your good ol' trainers.
you asked me to meet you at the parking lot, but u knew no intention of riding with you.
i walked.
and you drove right beside me.
a good 200, 300 meters of you asking me to stop walking and ride with you.
until you gave up. and you said we'll do it next time.
then i said yes. finally.
we were just down the road. had no intention of hiding from anybody who knows us.
'what are you having?'.. you asked.
'mocha frappe'.. i answered.
'just like me'..you answered back, with that teasing, sarcastic look on your face.
there we sat, at a round coffee table just beside the door.
i couldn't remember what time we came in..
but it was 1630--that you asked to take me home.
no, i said i can manage.
and so we left.
you took me to a cab and right before i left, you stood there.
with a good 5-6 seconds pause.
half thinking if you were gonna kiss me goodbye.
but i did not let you anyway.
the next thing i knew--you were asking me if i was happy we went out, or if i was happy because i went out with you.
that question needed no answer.
