Sharp at 12.35pm, he paces in. This time, hair sculpted, sporting a Halyang checkered shirt over an Adidas t-shirt. His destroyed-denim jeans, shaped his already toned thighs. How was it possible that I did not see this before, gasped G. She did a googly-eyed gasp and stopped herself from drooling before it was too late.

She turned around and did a quick check in the mirror behind the juicer. Crap crap crappp! Hair color fading, no make up, plain jeans and white t-shirt. GREAT. ABSOLUTELY GREAT, G. You look FABULOUS! She lets out a sigh of defeat and lets her chin drop to her chest.

Tap tap tap.

Automatically a smile is formed and she jolts as she recognizes a familiar face infront of her.

“My usual, thanks.” He flashes that confident smile again. He knows what he’s doing. HE KNOWS IT.

“oh right, sorry….” She rubs her sweaty palms on her thighs and goes to prepare the starfruit-lychee smoothie.

“You seem cheery today. I see some color in your cheeks.” He points out.

“As opposed to yesterday?” G smirks.

“Ohhh are we playing this game now? This is interesting. I like it.” He moves his bar stool closer.

“No games, mister. You stay right where you are.” She signals a stop sign. She pours his smoothie and hands it over to Daniel.

He seemed amused “Are you free tonight G?” he takes a sip, hoping for a confirmation.

“That will be 12.50, thank you”

“Is that a yes?” He presses on.

G punches in som