‘Oh No!!! The school holidays are over!!! Quick get the bucket of water!’ screamed Jude, the Floor Manager, as we laughed a hearty laughter.
The students from Methodist Girl’s School (MGS) thronged in like bees to the honey. Well I wasn’t too unhappy with their presence.
Sure they ask for too much water, but hey, water is the essence of life. Without water humans would all die. Without water we would have been consumed by the aliens in Signs. I could go on and list down all the advantages but i will not.
Besides, these students were all cute, fresh, pretty, adorable, and cute and…
I looked to my left to my friend Andy and we nodded knowingly as droves of girls pile onto the McDonald’s counter like stacks of honeycomb.
Their orders were predictable. Coke, Water, Sky Juice… Sky Juice? That is the Latin name for water. I have no idea who thought that one out but I feel like kicking him in the crotch or slap her on the breasts.
Back to the our Mass Rapid Transit of thought; sometimes a surprise might spring up. Someone might come up with a hamburger to the surprise and distaste to the rest of the student population for breaking the mould.
I suspected that, the day after, those mould breakers would be taken into a dark room by the MGS secret society and brainwashed or worst still, told to wear a rival’s school uniform.
Horrors of horrors.
Anyway, it would be the easiest peak period ever. Andy and I would normally breeze through like a whistle on a train. And with our brains and limbs not working as hard, we would look to entertain ourselves whilst working even with the millions of people queuing up to have a taste of the greatest thing that has ever happened to mankind.
There was no structure in the game that we played. It ranged from giving the girls a beauty grade to guessing what they might order.
And it was then, when we played that guessing game, that something happened unexpectedly.
This student was up next. However, before she could say anything, I interrupted her.
‘Wait a minute… don’t tell me,’ I said as the girl seemed puzzled. (Honestly, I did not plan that.)
I went away, disappeared from her sight, only to appear with a regular Coke in my hand.
As I placed it on the tray, she looked at me and gave me the ‘how-on-earth-did-you-know-you-are-so-cute-look’. Admittedly, I made the second part up. Although I am now a nice mature looking bloke (aka oldish), I have never been ‘cute’.
But to give my ego a boost, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have fabricate notions of one’s past. One just have to hide, destroy one’s old pictures. Sincerely, I have not destroyed them but have hidden them somewhere safe. If any of you desire to find it, let me tell you this: the journey to such treasures is long and perilous.
Nevertheless, what was mostly true was that she, that girl whom I surprised, was 100 percent adorable.
Subconciously or not, I had been quietly watching her. I must admit that. But no, I did not in any way did stalk her. It was all a coincidence. She just so happens to be there from Mondays to Fridays around 1pm. It would take anyone a week or two to figure that out. Fortunately that person was me.
Hence, she looked at me and I looked at her. We had a Peter Jackson movie moment. You know, the 2 seconds that lasted a million years in movie minutes. She took her Coke and went away, glancing back a few times perhaps in disbelieve.
She went on to have a seat just to hang out with her smart mouthed sidekick. The one who acted as if she were the consience of the girl who in actual fact was a just a jealous friend wondering why that cute guy didn’t pick her instead.
I was glad when I was told that I had tray duty. That meant that I could walk by her and chat with her for a bit.
So as i pretended to pick up the trays near her she stopped me by my tracks and asked, ‘how did you know?’
That part I don’t remember but whatever I said worked for at 4pm in the afternoon that fated day she appeared again.
When she came up to me, she said ‘When do you get off work?’
‘I get off at 8…,’ confidently and matter of factly I said. Little did I know what that actually signfied.
At 8pm, she appeared. She stood at the wall as I gave her the longest stare in the history of longest stares.
‘Is that your date,’ Francis the manager on duty then said.
I nodded my head.
‘OK you’re off duty then,’ he immediately said and closed my counter.
I could not believe my luck. I rushed to the changing room; got out of those dorky uniforms and into my dorky clothes and sped out of the restaurant to meet up with her.
‘Hi,’ I said. ‘I’m Avloomat.’
‘Hi,’ she answered. ‘I’m Neesha.’
Needless to say, those moments were the most nerve wrecking episode in my entire dating life for that was sort of the first time that I had gone out on a date, albeit an accidental one.
We didn’t spend too much time though. I think the whole thing clocked at 1hour because she had to go back to her art class. And God knows, what we talked about but I do remember we talked a lot. I don’t quite remember myself speaking that much.
I must say that that was the first time in my life (I think I have said that many a times now) I had actually sat on a table next to a gorgeous girl who actually was talking to me. And when I say gorgeous I mean really beautiful.
That just goes to show that when you pay attention to a girl, the girl would want you. Simple as that.
