While eating yesterday afternoon at around five PM I was joined by a charming woman. We talked, I remember her name and hope she remembers mine, and that we meet again. That is all yet.
She purchased a joong and looked around for a place to sit. "May I sit here?" "Please do, please do!" She asked me how I had learned to speak Cantonese and I explained that it was mostly from the movies.
There used to be four theatres in Chinatown.
Earlier I had seen her out of the corner of my eye and thought that she looked very nice.
Dressed well, very intelligent eyes, pretty.
If I had had my wits about me I would have asked for her e-mail.
But at least we know each other's names. She likes joong.
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