Liquid. That is the only word that I feel, is the best to describe him. His ever smooth approach is legendarily liquid. "Do you think he ever had a girl buddy? I surely cannot imagine it!" She shrieks to me. I have to look to the left and right, afraid that other patrons will find us distasteful. A young boy is peering at me over his thick Harry Potter book. Nerd.

"But seriously," she adds with a serious look. "He's not even that good looking. But girls go gaga over him like he's God or something."

You go gaga over him, like you're doing right now. And the man is not even here. Sheesh.

"Witchcraft, that's what I think he's using."

Typical ego comeback, you fall for someone ugly, okay that's quite mean let's use not so pretty or handsome, and you accuse them of using witchcraft.

But then again, I cannot deny that. I almost fell for him too. What am I saying, I did fell for him. And he was so nice to create a beautiful elaborate lie and waited for everything to simmer down on its own.

I hate him.

But I don't.

Damn, that asshole.

But he's a nice guy.

"Are you going to finish that?"

I pushed my bowl of Maggi noodles towards her. I don't think I can eat while my stomach is doing little flip-flops.