It was an hour into our date, she was perfect , but I still wondered, so I asked her, “ Why do u always wear a ribbon around your neck”, the reaction which followed after that was rather oblique rather than being shocked, you could feel the intensity in her movements, I could have sworn that she shifted characteristics, but what can I say, I was our first date, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and that was obvious, she was nothing short of perfection right from her hair to the last tip of her hair, and of course she had to round it all together with her perfect posture, grace and poise. Perfection in human form you might add.
But…., as soon as I brought up the ribbon matter the sudden hostility about her caught my attention , you could tell that she was making everything seem the same when it wasn’t, she started shuffling around and her hand movements made it clear that the ribbon wasn’t something that she enjoyed having, it seemed more like she was hiding something underneath, or maybe its something she fabricated as her style choice when in fact it wasn’t, I mean the possibilities were endless but not knowing what the honest truth was had me in chains, I felt trapped, my perspective of her was on the line, I guess she could feel my sudden interest towards her fashion sense and maybe she felt that it wasn’t something I should be interested in, maybe it wasn’t my business, but she never answered that question.
We were in the middle of our meal then, and the next thing I heard was her asking for the waiter to provide her with the cheque, I was astonished at first but when I tried...