woman wearing irish linen shirt

On this day, I reported to my boss early and was able to leave work early.The last meeting on Friday was with a third party, and Lao Huang obliged to take over my class. Although it was not necessary, it was the same when I read the briefing after the fact; Lao Huang, who is close to me, made an explanation.

Benefits outweigh etiquette, and etiquette outweighs reason, even on the Internet.

I attach great importance to tonight's appointment, and my heart is pounding, always feeling that something big is going to happen.Since I played badminton with Miss Pande that day, I felt a little uncomfortable when I ran into her several times this week. It seemed that there was an invisible feather touching the tip of my nose. When I touched it with my hand, I realized where the feather came from?It's just that I lack confidence and I'm more sensitive than usual.Her gaze flicked over me occasionally, as if she didn't linger because of business affairs, or as if it was the hand controlling the feathers, the feathers ride the wind, and I drift with the flow.

After being a guilty conscience, I can't help worrying.Now the situation seems to be developing in the direction we expected, but can everything really go so smoothly?

Can I play her well?

I changed into a long matte black silk dress, which is a bit like a dress. The straps around the neck can be detached, and the back is slightly exposed. Except for dancing at wedding dinners, this kind of dress is popular in Singapore. Really useless.I bought it only after noticing that the drape of heavy silk was unbearable. I thought it would only be a decoration in the cloakroom—and I added a very thin purple velvet shawl on my shoulders. , I looked in the mirror like an outdated old-time waiter, I bent over and put on suede black high heels.

Human and dog-like.

Miss Pender specifically reminded me to dress more formally, and at the end, added "casual at the same time".I think she thinks I'm usually too "business formal", maybe what she really meant was "social formal".But after all, this place does not belong to the "official" ancestors, it is just the former colony of the official ancestors, and it is easy to dress up too much when socializing.So I didn't wear extra jewelry, but I took a small gold watch and a pair of small diamond earrings, and kept it nearby.

It was a "Plum Blossom" brand ladies watch.It is said that my grandfather saved up for two years before saving enough money to buy it for my grandmother. Before my grandmother died, she specifically said that she would leave it to me.When I rushed back, I only had the watch, and the person who gave it to me was ashes.

It's also possible that they actually wanted to leave it to my mother.

I was out of my mind for a while, and quickly took a hair curler to curl the hair at the end of my hair, while changing the shape of my eyebrows and changing the color of my lipstick.In the company, I usually carry a nylon TUMI bag, and I usually use a canvas bag.The canvas bag is not suitable for dressing up today, but to take care of Miss Pan De's identity, I definitely can't use a bag that is more expensive than hers, so I carefully picked and found a handbag with a very small logo.

When I saw the diamond chain bag in her hand, I was relieved.Fortunately, I only took a Loewe.

"Yao, you look..." Miss Pan De's lips moved slightly, and it took a long time before she said, "You look great."

"Thank you!" I responded, "I can barely speak to you, and you're so beautiful that you fall into silence on a day like today."

Miss Pan De blinked and asked, "Did you drink honey before going out?"

"No. But I drank Veritaserum," I said.

Her smile made me feel honored for the little lie I told.

Miss Pender is definitely the best woman in black velvet.The just right dim light is like a perfect package. Surrounded by the fabric, all the decorations that have nothing to do with beauty are discarded in the cutting. Only she becomes the carrier of beauty and beauty itself.

Velvet is too picky for fabric manufacturers, and the eager reflection and sparse texture of low-cost velvet silently reveals its essence of being a cheap stage; velvet is too picky.Throughout the ages, those gentlemen only dared to inlaid a small piece of dark green velvet on the back collar of Chester coat, and velvet gowns only appeared on menswear icons.Actresses on the red carpet dare not choose black velvet rashly. The flashing lights come and go one after another. A little carelessness will lead to disaster.

How can she be so beautiful?

I have been to this restaurant in the National Gallery of Art several times. The chef is always happy to create "gooey" creations, squeezing a small lump of "gooey" with no visible ingredients on specially made potato chips for customers to try.

And he must watch you put it in his mouth.

"How is it?" The chef looked at us expectantly.

Not so much, I thought.If I want to eat a skin with some goo, why don't I just go for a taco?But I said very politely: "I can eat something like fish velvet, but it has almost no fish flavor... There is dragon fruit, right? It feels like something added to a salad, but as a side of the main meal The dishes might be interesting."

"You are always good at eating." The chef looked satisfied, and turned to look at Miss Pan De.

Miss Pender said: "A perfect appetizer. I'm looking forward to the main course more and more."

Her "appetizer" said words like "AmuseBouche".I don't know French, but I still know a little bit about this common word.

"Very instructive," said the chef. "Have a nice meal."

"Thank you."

"Thank you." Miss Pender kept watching him go away, and then whispered, "Do you think it's delicious?"

I shook my head and exchanged opinions with her in a low voice: "I feel like a fish taco without the chili sauce."

Her eyes looked puzzled: "But what you just said... oh. You told a white lie."

"I didn't," I denied. "I was just describing my guesses about the ingredients."

"But you said it might be fun as a side dish."

"Would you compliment a food that it's fun to eat?" I asked her.Calling a food or smell "interesting" is the same as saying it's a bad thing in English.

"So although what you're saying is the truth," Miss Pan De thought thoughtfully, "but in terms of the intention expressed, there was a misunderstanding between the two parties."

How could I admit that what she said was true, and quickly said: "But you also sarcastically said that it is a perfect pre-dinner snack-because it is too unpalatable, so you want to start eating the main course as soon as possible to end this meal."

"No, I don't." Miss Pender gasped, "That's delicious."

It’s over.

I lowered my head: "Now I'm starting to get confused. You see, this steak is so good that I can die without regret after eating it, but for the small bite just now, our thoughts are much different. This makes me can't help I began to worry about whether the remuneration I paid could really satisfy you—it is too difficult to find a restaurant here that is better than this one, and I am afraid that because of this mistake, I will not be able to get your help next time."

She laughed, and I looked up to see Miss Pender's shoulders tremble slightly.She wasn't in a hurry to speak, she just laughed, and after a while, I laughed too.

Miss Pender said, "It sounds like your new home is going slowly. Is there anything I can do to help?"

I thought about it for a while and said, "There is still a tea table left."

It's handy for me to work overtime by the window, the current one is too ugly for my armchair.

"A perfect coffee table?"

"Yes." I thought of the scene of picking out the refrigerator and smiled.

We each ordered a glass of red wine.Miss Pande asked me to order for her. I dare not refuse, so I chose a wine with lighter tannins for her.There is nothing to say about the staple food. For steak, you get what you pay for. When the money is in place, the moment the meat is delivered to your mouth, it really makes you feel that it doesn’t matter if you die right now.Now there are several traditional steakhouses with branches all over the world. The meat is fine, but the chef sometimes looks down on people. If the meat is still cold in the middle, it will fool you and say it is medium-rare.Singapore is a small place, and there is no room for a few such great gods. Compared with steakhouses, I still prefer to enjoy steaks in ordinary western restaurants.

At the end of the dinner, I was still intoxicated by the plump gravy and couldn't help myself.There was a concert to come, and I stopped drinking with half a glass left, just chatting with Miss Pender.She was enjoying an ice cream scoop. Due to the alcohol intake, her eyes were a little looser than usual. With her drooping hair, many neighbors looked sideways.

We came early, the moment is almost over, and it is the time when there are the most guests.I gathered the shawl around me when Miss Pender held out her hand to straighten it.Her finger brushed my upper arm inadvertently, and I felt as if I had been shocked by electricity, so I forced myself to stabilize again, and my arm suddenly contracted, as if tightening the shawl again.I smiled embarrassedly and said, "Let's go."

alright.This time the people in the store must think we are a couple.

We strolled out of the restaurant and it was only a few hundred meters to the Victoria Concert Hall.Surrounded by colonial buildings, the Nanyang evening breeze, the half glass of red wine, in the sound of our high-heeled shoes, and the black skirts we walked side by side, I looked at Miss Pande and endured my illusion.I've never felt more strongly than today that there is a woman by my side: she's straight, funny, kind, she's strong, she seems to know it all, she's beautiful and smart, she's a woman.

Oh My God.

The animal part of me felt like it had to fight the brain, realizing who was gay and picking on Miss Pender?I was so angry that I blushed, so I couldn't die. Miss Pan De pressed the back of her hand to my face, and she asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you want to take a rest?"

Her hand left instantly, as if nothing had ever happened.Only our sudden stop reveals something.

"Maybe it's because the temperature in the store is too low." I forced myself to calm down and continued walking, saying, "I don't know that SSO is still playing today. Is it a private event?"

"You can say this. We listened to Mahler's "Second Symphony" today." Miss Pender said, "I often come here recently. Last Friday, I also listened to Han Xiaoguang's farewell performance here - he is an SSO I heard that his family members were also horn players."

I nodded: "Then you must have had no time to rest last Friday night."

Miss Pan De didn't stop, and said with a smile, "That's right. As soon as I'm done here, I'll rush over to see the client. Luckily, it's within walking distance."

lie.