"Chicken rice?" – The first sentence I spoke to him, glanced at me secretly and replied 'Hi' with a big lovely warm smile, 'let's move may be!' looking around the empty stuffy Mexican bar, 'Why? Not fancy enough for your expert taste?' jokingly he goes. We walked out of the bar and a sensation of giddiness boosted in my head, he is a charming young man that would make you look at him until he vanished in your sight since you spotted him. He was Henry, clean, neat, masculine and friendly, if he was not the Prince Charming, then he must be the white horse in the picture. He is mint, if everyone has a taste.
We had a nice dinner in Nepali Kitchen, the middle table in the ground floor of an old house. Talking about the love and hatred toward Shanghai while sharing our spicy food. "What kind of dog is she?" Henry asked with a clear accent, doesn't sound like he is German at all, "hmm..Pekingese" I said, nearly forgot about that's his purpose of meeting me, or it never was his purpose, god knows. "ah...that tiny little kind" "No, she isn't tiny at all, medium may be" "haha....for me it definitely the tiny kind, you have never seen the big ones, when they stand up, could be as tall as me." Yes, he is a tall young man grew up in country side. Followed a chain of my stupid questions like "Is chocolate milk from the brown cow?" laughing his gut out while I was embarrassed by my lack of knowledge about rural life, I recognized that he likes me very much, or I should put it this way, he was captured.
The fresh air on the street pulled me back to the hidden blue, the city, the streets reminds me that there is another man waiting for me at home, I simply even shouldn't make him like me. It had been my biggest issue and direction of life at that moment, the reason I was there, staying with my boyfriend of two years, Max, even things had changed in a irreversible level without us recognising it. .....to be continued
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