Her

"you like her, right?"

"no!"

"come on, you can just tell us the truth!

we can see it in your eyes."

"bullshit. i don't like her. period."

"well, there she is."

there she is.

"see. you're practically drooling right now."

"shut up."

and they did.

but she's coming closer.

"hi."

"hi."

"may i know where you're going?"

"food."

"you're hungry?"

"ugh. starving."

"haha. do you mind if i join you? i'm hungry too."

"sure!"

so...

"so..."

"ya?"

"your friends,

they're still going on about you likes me?"

"hm, yeah. haha. you know them,

fools."

"they're nice."

"you think so?"

"maybe it's because they think it's good to

take care of their friends crush."

"what? oh. hahaha, you're funny."

"i am, haha."

what should i say now?

she's suddenly being quite.

well i don't want things to be awkward.

"you look cute when you're eating."

"i look cute whatever i'm doing.

and thanks."

"haha, i like your confidence."

"you look cute too."

"really? which part?"

"what? haha.

what do you mean 'which part' it sounds weird."

"i mean i told you,

you look cute when you're eating.

so, i look cute when i'm doing what?"

"when you casually asked to join me."

"hm? i don't think i understand."

"nevermind."

what is she trying to say?

"so, who's going to take you home?"

"me."

"hm?"

"i'm taking me home. why?"

"your boyfriend isn't around?"

"boyfriend?"

"i kinda saw you with a man yesterday,

in a parking lot."

"kinda?"

"yea, i saw you with a man."

"cute,

were you eavesdropping too?"

i might.

"no."

"he's not my boyfriend.

tried to be, but not."

"wow.

how do you know he tried?"

"piece of cake."

"well,"

"the food is great,

but now i need to go home."

"sure."

"okay then,

bye."

should i stop her?

i want to take her home.

what should i do?

"hey!"

"hm?"

"may i join?"

"i'm sorry?"

"can i join you going home?"

"you mean,

 you wanna come to my home?"

can i?

"what? no!"

but i would never dare to going that far.

"no?"

"i'm going home too,

so why don't we go home together.

hm,

something like that."

"um.."

"it's okay if you don't want to."

"okay? really?"

what?

"ofcourse."

"maybe next time."

"you said that too last time, haha."

"hehe. i love to walk alone to home."

"but i'd be honored to walk you home."

"i'm okay by myself.

but thankyou."

uh,

that smile.

"my pleasure.

be careful on your way home."

"you too.

good bye."

"bye."

am i sulking?

no.

she does that everyday.

she's friendly.

lovely.

caring.

smart.

but just not in the way i want her to be.