Wake Me Up?
Saturday, April 11, 2009 | 11:49 PM | 0comments
I was greeted by a young charming man, needless to say,
who would be not more than his thirties and with ever so politely,
questioned me of the products before him.
Before I could answer him, I couldn't help but to assume.
I figured he would be one of those
photographer in action, who loves capturing every moment
around him with no second to lose.
And with the evidence
explicitly hanging around his neck, I was truly confident.
So after answering him in brief for a couple of minutes,
I suddenly realised where this was heading.
We engaged into a friendly conversation and
every now & then,
he would replied me with his smile, coyly.
Indubitably, he looked more charming when he did that.
I swore I wasn't blushing but I could
clearly felt a rush up to my cheeks.
He started to fiddle with the catalogues &
asked redundantly obvious questions.
The need to be felt accompanied is well
accomplished but flirting, wait-
IS HE FLIRTING WITH ME?
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