“Oh well… so be it.” I hurriedly washed my face and put makeup on it.”…just be you, Liza… no false pretences.” And I went back to face reality.
As I was about to draw near our table, I saw Gabriel talking to someone I’d rather say had a thing with him in the past. She was statuesque in figure, sophisticated, has a perfect hair and skin… now what? I’m having a self-crisis here. Sheesh! She’s as perfect as He is… They’re a perfect fit. “Hey, Liza… This is Sophie…” So as her name fits her personality, “…a very good friend of mine.” Yeah right. She is. I find myself comparing my physical attributes to this lady sitting beside Gabriel. “Oh well, let’s see… If she’s got Venus Raj’s alluring poise, well, I got Hayden Panettiere’s petite body and I’ve got good skin too! Insecurity, that is. I blushed when my mind went hilariously imaginative, but as I gazed back on them, I just sighed. They really need some catching up to do. I just thought it would be the most romantic dinner of my life—the start of my “happy-ever-after” love story, but then again, some stories are left as it is.
“Liza, Sophie often plays piano here. She’s going to play for us later. Would that be exciting?” And he flashed a BIG smile. I mean, BIIIIG. Say what? She played that thing? I just played torotot noisily every New Year’s Eve to drive out bad omen. “…just be ME, huh?” I got teary-eyed. I can’t accept the fact I was such a mediocre who doesn’t know any musical instrument but torotot… I mean, does that even count? Like I want to try any instrument just to impress him, but you really can’t have it all. I dance like Beyoncé and sing like Alicia Keys but I still felt like I have to do extra effort to please him. I haven’t been this desperate in my whole life! This has to stop.
As Sophie played the piano, a classic “Right Here Waiting” tune, a hand reached out to me, but before I could release a syllable… “May I have this dance?” Gabriel invited me to dance at a cafeteria? “Woah mister, I think this is not a good place to expose my quirkiness and did I tell you I have two left feet?…” Gabriel raised his brows. “Quirkiness? Who told you Beyoncé has two left feet? And yes, I totally forgot how I bragged about being the most sought-after hip-hopper in town. Screw it.
Gabriel led me to the dance floor, I mean, to a little space just adjacent to our table. He smiled at Sophie as if they agreed on something. “…you okay?” Gabriel whispered as he drew me closer to him. The music started. People inside the cafeteria were all eyes on us, but I never felt shy. I was so drawn to him as if we were the only people there. “Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you…” Gabriel sang and put my hand to his chest. I just couldn’t breathe. It was that scene from Twilight—Bella and Edward happy in each other’s arms. But I always knew that every happy memory has its own twelve o’clock limit like that of Cinderella’s. After the last note of the song, the magic wears off, that’s just the way it is.