Filler for the waiter

So I was walking with my friend in Midvalley, spotting the abundance of chicks.

11 o’clock wei…” I mumbled to my friend, with a slight smile. She had this sweet and pretty face, and she smiled back at me, too. ZING! Flippyfloppyheartedness.

Huh it’s 9 o’clock only what?

I twirled in frustration, hands strangling imaginary oranges.

I don’t think the cute chick turned around or heard me, thankfully.

3 thoughts on “Filler for the waiter

  1. irene Post author

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  2. tech Post author

    dude, always start that kinda statement with "bogey". makes it easier to understand. "bogey at 6 o’clock, approaching fast!"


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