When There Is Nothing Left But Love

A few of them looked at me in confusion. “Are you constipated?”

No one but Nora was capable of making such a crass comment.

Rolling my eyes, I resumed my seat and replied, “I bumped into a friend that’s all.”

My reply seemed to have piqued her interests even more. “What friend? Is it a he or she?” Is he handsome?”

Oh dear…

Tessa’s gaze fell on me; her lips pursed with traces of disdain.

I lost my appetite after taking a few bites when Nora suggested a karaoke session on the second floor.

Everyone agreed to her suggestion. After all, they did promise themselves to play hard after returning home from Western Europe.

The second floor was full of private rooms for karaoke with a big pool hall in the middle. Customers who did not fancy singing karaoke could spend time playing pool out here. I regarded this to be a very thoughtful design.

I was terribly tone-deaf and could neither sing nor dance. Tessa seemed to view karaoke singing in the same light. But it could just be that she didn’t like it at all. For all that I knew, we both disliked the rowdy environment.

After spending some time in our private room, I excused myself to get some air.

mostly because Nora kept shooting me looks to get out of her way so she

I couldn’t help but suspect something was wired wrongly for him tonight to subject himself to such

with a few men in groups and maybe two or three women in between. Pool was not a very popular sport in

the side and sat down with my chin rested on my hands,

took a seat next to me. It took me a few

few exchanges throughout the night; thus I was a little taken by

know the man from

at me. Her gaze was falling right ahead at those playing pool in front

The man?

referring to, I pursed my lips and hesitated for a brief moment before I answered her question, “What

can get over whatever had happened between us

bewildered by her statement but chose to

not in anyone’s benefit if our relationship remains as strained as it is. Since we hang out with the same group of people and are bound to gather every so often, we might

her with my eyebrow raised, still puzzled by her

misinterpreted my silence as disagreement and retorted, “There’s no need to be arrogant, it’s fine by me if you wish to carry

for another moment and sighed. “Tessa, I think sometimes you’re trapped in your own pre-conceptions. I don’t

means we’re friends!” she exclaimed while holding out

to me. “I’ve saved my phone number and added my WhatsApp to your phone. Let’s stay in