"Oh, God! Why do I have to endure this?" my friend asked me as we had greasy Chinese take-out for dinner in our shop.
"Endure the quest for the black stilettos or the wedding?" I asked back.
"Both," she simply said taking a bite of her siomai.
"Maybe this is a sign that you should not go to the wedding," I said playing with my chopsticks.
"No. I should go," she insisted taking a gulp of her iced cold matcha. "The siomai's sauce is so spicy!" she exclaimed.
"Haha! I should've warned you," I laughed at her burning tongue as she let it out from her mouth.
"This is so ridiculous!" she again complained.
"Siomai's sauce is never ridiculous. It's going to your ex's wedding that is! I should warn you," I stated my unsolicited advice, getting the sauce from her.
"I already decided to go. The battle in my head has long been over. I need to go," she explained further getting a piece of my dumplings.
"I still couldn't understand why you should go," I said rolling my eyes.
"Face reality, my dear! I need it to move on," she said with a sigh.
Then I didn't answer to defend my argument anymore. I suddenly remembered the unexpected and unsolicited street scenario that late afternoon. So I finished my noodles in one mouthful instead.
"You done?" my friend asked.
"Obviously," I answered gathering my take-out boxes and stood up to the sink, avoiding whatever my friend was about to say.
"Let's go get a drink," she said, finishing her matcha.
"You just drank a whole lot of matcha," I said, washing my hands.
"Oh, come on! Can you not console a friend in this time of need?" she said, joining me in the sink.
"I am already consoling you," I said, not looking at her.
"Well, console me more. Let's go! The night is young and so are we," she said in a singsong voice.
"Haha! We can't be that stupid to stay late tonight. Remember that we have brunch meeting tomorrow with the Gutierrez's," I reminded her for the upcoming 50th wedding anniversary of the year in our little city.
"We won't stay late. I promise. Just get enough drink to sleep. Please?" she pleaded.
"If that is so, just drink milk," I said getting back to the table to clean it up.
"We can't be like this forever," she said turning around to face me.
"Forever what?" I asked.
"This! Two successful independent women who can rule the world in their fingertips but," she paused having a faraway look. "Unhappy," she added, shrinking to a seat.
"Unhappy? You think so? I'm not," I disagreed returning to the sink.
"Maybe I can find the shoes while we're drinking," she said wishfully.
"OK. OK. Let's go out, get a drink!" I said on second thought.
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Her and Her Unofficial Love Affairs
Teen FictionThis is a story of a girl and her high school crush turned first love, relating to the present with other two boys in different time beings. How will their lives get intertwined? Will she have her happy ending at the end? Read on so to find out!
