Continues...
I reckon she was wearing this red-black abstract pattern - over white dress.
she seems to wear that often, three out of all the times i met her, shes on that.
It was my main purpose to court her.
But she seems to be a great friend to have, more than any other means.
"So, where are you from, ilse?"
"The Netherlands. But not fully, im mixed."
I tried taking a shot ,
"mixed wid wud? Indo?"
"yea. but its a direct mix. its like, both my parents are mixed as well. "
"then I am amazed with the mix. its always entertains me to see what pops out."
"you know what they say, mix two ugly person and something shocking might come out instead."
"witnessing it."
The conversation goes on, and I realize perhaps I'm the only one that enjoys it.
She started to take some calls, maybe its time to go.
I turned my head around, shove my middle finger at andrew, and gives him the sign "you better have the 30 bucks you owe me now". the nod and tap his own head.
"Okay ilse, I think I can claim my 30 bucks now. Pleasure meeting you, want a share of the 30? I dont mind splitting as long as i get my coffee."
You know we all hope for this answer
"Yea you can buy me a coffee instead."
But sometimes the truth can exaggerate your expectations, or disappointing it, so what she really said was:
TBC....
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