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She asked me out for lunch; I can only daydream of it as a date. She said that she's going to tell me something, it seems important. I hope business isn't over yet, or else I won't have a chance to be with her anymore.

"Hey Al, over here." She waved at me, sitting at a table beside the window. She looks radiant.

"Thanks for asking me out." I said.

"I have something to tell you, but let's eat first... and don't worry, it's not bad news."

While we're eating, I am suppressing my smile while watching her. She's eating cutely. I can't help but admire her.


"Hey Al, there's a contest for wedding singers. Have you heard of it?" She said in a matter-of-factly way.

"Contest for wedding singers? It is my first time to hear a thing." I do not know where this gonna go.

"Interesting. Uhm... Actually - "

"I don't know if I can join that." I countered.

"I already submitted your application." What she said astounded me.

"You gotta be kidding me."

"No, Mr. Alexander. I filled up the application form for you. Any events coordinator with a valid ID can file an application as a proxy."

"You are joking."

"I'm not. In fact, here's the evidence." She showed me a picture of the application form.

"This is nuts."

"Come on, Al. Don't chicken out. You're one of the best voices I've ever heard. That's why I keep on taking you with me on events, especially weddings."

"Thanks for the encouragement, but I think I have to go." I left without looking back, without even looking at her. I do not know if I'm angry or what. I do not know why it's upsetting me. She filed my application; does it mean she believes in me? I don't know. I cannot answer that question myself.

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