Ruby cheeks

I sat in the café, the corner with the best view, when I saw HIM: the guy who fluttered in and out of my dreams since my last visit to the cinema. Gorgeous. Charming. Eloquent – well, the latter was an assumption. But in my dreams, he was: We had heated arguments, passionate discussions, uplifting banters – everything I always dreamt of. He came straight towards me, saying: I love you, ruby cheeks! I tried to answer – and bit my tongue: There was no Mr Gorgeous!  Coming towards me was a screaming kid, wailing for a toy his mother had taken from him: the unfinished Rubik Cube.

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  1. Haha, day dreams are necessary. Funny how sometimes the good looking guy opens his mouth and suddenly… doesn’t look so good any more. 😉

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