Sheena didn’t appreciate the intrusion. Men with sideburns were so Nineteen Seventy and certainly not her type. She had read in the May issue of Marie Claire that men who kept long sideburns were insecure because of the size of other body parts. Her gaze wandered to an attractive six foot tall, Japanese-looking man who had just stepped into the café and she felt a slight tingle. No sideburns, she smiled to herself. Was she blushing as she caught the eye of the handsome stranger?
“I’m Shigeru,” the pale man beside her offered.
“Hmmm…” Her eyes were glazed. She was still distracted by the man in the white shirt and long floppy hair. He shook his head and beads of water sprayed around him as he attempted to dry himself. It was still pouring outside. The man's wet shirt clung to his body revealing a muscular torso beneath.
“She’s Sheena, and I’m JingJing!” said Jings, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and oblivious to Sheena’s lack of attentiveness.
“Sheena,” Shigeru said smoothly, the words spilt out like honey onto a baby’s bottom, “can you tell me the time?”
“Uhmmm….9.45,” mumbled Sheena. She was still observing the stranger sitting by himself in a dark corner.
“9.45, huh? Today’s June 18, 2008 and it’s 9.45pm. Thanks, Sheena. I just wanted to be able to remember the exact moment that I met you,” replied Shigeru with a wide smile that revealed bright white teeth. Shigeru had learnt that line from an online tutorial on how to pick up women. He figured he had left his mark as he watched Sheena shudder. Probably with delight, he thought.
Sheena looked in the direction of the man, a 21st century Le Penseur, and saw him looking in her direction. "Horrors, he's walking here!", she thought to herself as her eyes bulged.
"Don't turn around, Jings! Act normal!" Sheena whispered.
"Wh...why?" Jings asked.
Before Sheena could reply, a car parked outside the café exploded sending debris towards the cafe, shattering the glass front. Shards of glass rained onto the customers as shrieks of pain and fear filled the air.
“I’m Shigeru,” the pale man beside her offered.
“Hmmm…” Her eyes were glazed. She was still distracted by the man in the white shirt and long floppy hair. He shook his head and beads of water sprayed around him as he attempted to dry himself. It was still pouring outside. The man's wet shirt clung to his body revealing a muscular torso beneath.
“She’s Sheena, and I’m JingJing!” said Jings, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and oblivious to Sheena’s lack of attentiveness.
“Sheena,” Shigeru said smoothly, the words spilt out like honey onto a baby’s bottom, “can you tell me the time?”
“Uhmmm….9.45,” mumbled Sheena. She was still observing the stranger sitting by himself in a dark corner.
“9.45, huh? Today’s June 18, 2008 and it’s 9.45pm. Thanks, Sheena. I just wanted to be able to remember the exact moment that I met you,” replied Shigeru with a wide smile that revealed bright white teeth. Shigeru had learnt that line from an online tutorial on how to pick up women. He figured he had left his mark as he watched Sheena shudder. Probably with delight, he thought.
Sheena looked in the direction of the man, a 21st century Le Penseur, and saw him looking in her direction. "Horrors, he's walking here!", she thought to herself as her eyes bulged.
"Don't turn around, Jings! Act normal!" Sheena whispered.
"Wh...why?" Jings asked.
Before Sheena could reply, a car parked outside the café exploded sending debris towards the cafe, shattering the glass front. Shards of glass rained onto the customers as shrieks of pain and fear filled the air.
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