let’s see you conspire, universe!

So I was walking with Mon in Greenbelt. We were talking intently about our plans to conquer the world and change the face of the country when suddenly…

i feel a soft tap on my back. three fingers. exactly. i felt them. gentle. and i knew, they were from a woman.

i turn my back.

i freeze. i am dumbfounded.

i see the most gentle face i have not seen in seven and a half lifetimes.

she smiles.

she hands me a scarf.

my scarf. 

“you dropped this.”

smile.

“and your bag is open.”

smile.

pick up line! i need a pick up line! i have an entire library of them! quick! wit! i order you! think of a line! YOU NEED TO GET HER NUMBER! GADEMITT!!! OR YOU’LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN!!!

all i could say was

“thanks.”

she leaves. I stare at her back.

where the fuck did all my powers of rhetoric go?

and i call myself a writer.

now let’s see if coelho is all bullshit. let’s see if i can will the universe to conspire so we can cross paths again.

this time, my scarf is the pickup line.