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I have always carried that pen with me, but I have not seen the recipient for a long time.

I originally thought that Miss Pan De would show up by Thursday at the latest—my wishful thinking was in vain, and Yimin and the others certainly don't know her specific itinerary at this level.

I texted her before my last meeting on Friday: "Can't find you anywhere."

It was already 06:30, right between work and personal time.I didn't get a reply after the meeting, and I had some points in my heart, thinking that the pen might not be useful next week.This week is very busy, not to mention the original work, I am the leader of Tai Chi in our department, BCG and even Kevin, and I really have no time to be distracted by the tasks given by the big boss.Because I couldn't see the person in person, I just tried it and didn't hold out much hope.

Just as I was drying my hair, my phone vibrated.I was a little scared when I was holding the phone, but when I opened it, I found that although it was also a green icon, the news did not come from the logo with two speech bubbles stacked together that I was afraid of. There was only a phone receiver on the icon——

"Miss Pender sent a picture"

Miss Pender: "Occasionally you need to look up at the stars."

Her picture shows the interior of a make-a-order craft bar near City Hall.It turned out that I was still talking about work outside. I checked the time and it was already 11:30.

Although the time was awkward, I couldn't help but typed: "Don't forget the light pollution. All I can see when I look up is beer, no stars."

The two small ticks following the sent message turned blue in an instant, and she was holding the phone.

Miss Pender: "Then you haven't quite searched 'anywhere.' I'm behind the beer."

I'll have to get back soon because I didn't turn off the read receipt either, she should have noticed I saw it.But how should this be answered?I'm not good at this. It should be said that no one is good at this. As long as you can meet and talk about work, you will never use email. Everyone should be the same in this regard.Is it because I'm not good at understanding words?Why did her words look so playful?

But since I can't know the expression, I can't speculate too much.

I squeezed for 2 minutes and only suffocated an emoji.When I wanted to type to add, the last message had already turned blue, and I typed quickly: "Over-enthusiastic customers and over-simple beer, great Friday."

Miss Pender: "I hate craft beer."

She came back so fast!Before I could say anything, the next message arrived: "The client has gone. I'm dealing with simplistic beer."

I'm a little surprised.She was literally talking to me - at midnight on a Friday.I replied: "Why don't you get rid of the things you hate?"

She then sent a picture.I paid attention to the quantity and the brand of the factory, and couldn't help but sigh their luxury: Of course, the store's inventory is also amazing. The craft beer niche is small because of the small production, and the manager obviously has a lot of connections.Miss Pender should be busy signing the wine list right now.I'm thinking she must have just finished meeting with a very pompous prospect.

"Do you like regular beer?" I mean industrial products that are different from craft beer, the kind that people can buy in any store.Because the cost is very low, of course the raw materials will not be "too simple".

Miss Pender: "Like? IPA? Pale Pearson?"

What beer brewing process might this be discussing?I typed: "Budweiser, Heineken, whatever."

She's still quick: "Correction: I hate beer."

"Beer" is even capitalized.

I replied, "Respectable. You know a lot more about beer than I do, and hate it even more."

Miss Pender: "You get causality wrong. Maybe it's because I know better that I hate beer more?"

"No." I typed quickly. "You hated it and learned more about it later. Respectable consultant, as I said."

Miss Pender: "Haha."

Her "haha" ends with a period.It must be the "haha" of Qusheng - the "haha" of Qusheng is equivalent to "this is not funny at all".

She didn't give me time to think about it.The new message reads: "Guess right. What would you like as a prize?"

"Can I go 'anywhere'?" I replied instantly.The two small gray ticks behind the message immediately turned blue, and it was too late to withdraw it.

It was only then that I realized what I had posted. At first, I just wanted to echo the beginning and the end. After all, this is the news that started the conversation today-it is too frivolous to take it out alone.Is that how their straight daughters talk?Or am I thinking too much, in fact, people will not think of going elsewhere?I was a little confused, and I was hesitating whether to quote my original news as an explanation.

Miss Pender: "Anywhere I can be found?"

All right.She gets it.

I tried to recall all the words I knew, and the advanced vocabulary of SAT and GRE thesaurus didn't work at the moment, so I could only dryly press a few letters starting with Y: "Yes."

I quickly added: "If you are free."

She has read it.

Thank goodness it's not a meet-and-chat—no, there's no way I'd make a stupid mistake like that.Why does this software develop the function of "reading" that makes people less intelligent?I didn't think it was done by anyone but bad guys who wanted to squeeze all the remaining productivity out of it.

Miss Pender: "You can ask directly. What should the prize be in kind?"

What are you asking!Do you want to go out with me?

I feel that the energy and blood are going to my head. At this time, the gap between whether English is a mother tongue or not is reflected. For native speakers, expressions that are natural and natural, we acquired learners will more or less associate with those fixed collocations.Sometimes thinking more is a good thing, and thinking more about possibilities can get you more extended information-sometimes it simply reduces your intelligence, just like the read function.I ended up asking her out with a word that was totally unromantic: "I might get rejected if I asked directly, but that would never happen to a prize winner. Anyway I would be honored if I could arrange a meeting." .”

Miss Pender: "Is there anything our colleagues can't do well?"

I quickly changed my words: "It's not that kind of meeting, I mean going out to play together."

Miss Pender: "So you're asking me out."

I……

I typed, "I mean, I don't mean to be a surprise guest at your friend's party. But I'd be more than happy to spend Saturday with you if you're free."

This wording avoids both business talks and the notion of dating.

Miss Pender: "I have no plans for this Saturday."

Is this agreed?

Miss Pender: "You can think about the prize again."

I climbed up the pole: "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Miss Pender: "How about badminton?"

Where did I disagree, I responded immediately.

She didn't send another message.My mind is still in a mess, so I just woke up the computer from hibernation, and looked at the email my boss cc sent me tonight and the materials for the meeting next week-I wrote [-] pages of slides this week, all using dinner From the end to the end before going to bed, the human potential is really infinite.Before going to bed, I went through the chat records with Miss Pender again. I am very calm now, and found that it is actually not as bad as I thought it was at the time.

But my desire to see her was revealed.

I took the initiative to ask her out today for no reason at all. If there is no specific reason, it will be extremely awkward for me to give her the pen tomorrow. This thing is not only easy to fail to give away, but it may also make the situation very embarrassing.

I swear I'll never instant message a partner at midnight on a Friday again.

Soon after dawn the next morning, I started rummaging through the boxes.The second bedroom was even more messy, and when I closed the door, I really wanted to pretend that it wasn't part of my home—because everything was moved to the second bedroom that day, the living room looks relatively tidy now, although I don't have time yet sweep the floor.It is not the most finished area in the home, but if it claims to be the living room of a woman who lives alone, it can be bought.

The most finished place in my house is the cloakroom.I dumped my freshly unearthed sweatshirts on the rug so I can't resist tidying up when I change clothes tomorrow at the latest, and once I do, I'm likely to mop the floor and finish the second bedroom by the way ——Yes, the more you think about it, the more you feel that this plan is perfect. Sure enough, you should have an attitude towards work when you treat life.

The color of my quick-drying clothes is very monotonous, switching back and forth between black, white and gray. The problem is the jacket I wear before entering the gym.I was doing shoulder stretches, not knowing what to do.Is there such a coat in my spectacular collection?It's very new, I haven't worn it in front of Miss Pender, it's more casual, the most important thing is that the fabric should be very content, so that I can make use of it...

My eyes scanned the row of suits in the corner.

Miss Pender drove to the door of the apartment and waited for me. When she proposed, I was curious about what kind of car she would drive, so I never thought of refusing.Few people here buy private cars. The price of the certificate of ownership fluctuates between [-] and [-] Singapore dollars, and the taxes and fees are more expensive than the car price. On the other hand, Singapore is small and public transportation is very difficult. In developed countries, if you don't have some rigid needs, you generally don't buy a car.There are cars in the company. I only know the boss and two colleagues. They both have several children.

She was waiting at the door.The sun is very strong today, I walked over quickly: "Why are you waiting here? It's too hot, are you okay?"

"Just got out of the car." Miss Pender shook her head indifferently.

She leaned on one arm and looked at me for two or three seconds before saying, "You look radiant. Blaze looks great."

"Thank you!" I couldn't help laughing.Miss Pan De has always been so pleasing to the eye, I couldn't help but praise her spontaneously: "And you are even more charming than I remember."

If I wanted to, I could compliment her thirty sentences in a row without panting, but today I'm a little more sincere than usual.

Just a little bit.

She opened the trunk and asked me to put the racket and clothes with hers.Subconsciously, I put the racket and the racket together, and the clothes next to each other—Miss Pender was standing next to me, she tilted her head when she saw this scene, and made a nasal sound.

"Why are you laughing?" I was a little puzzled.

"Nothing." She looked at me, "I'm just looking forward to it."

"Uh, about playing badminton?"

"No," said Miss Pender, "about today."