I unpacked my laptop and set it on the neon-pink table that faced the window. I took a moment to cherish the beauty of the quiet street and the soothing lime-green paint that covered Dominic's house. I checked the time again, it was 1:30 p.m. Tea should be at approximately 4:00p.m.

Irritated at time for passing by slowly, I decided to read the new storybook I received for my birthday two weeks ago. The book was a small gift from Ollie who resided in Perth, Australia, along with his under-aged wife and newborn son.

Ollie was only 20 years old, his wife, Bella was 15 years old. He met her when he first moved to Perth to pursue his dreams in becoming an aeronautical engineer. However, my parents weren't very fond of the idea of him being away from us. I think he married her to escape from us as soon as possible. She was a high school dropout and worked in McDonalds to support their small family. My parents bought them a small house near his campus and they help pay the monthly tax. Needless to say, he was living a splendid life.

Bella earns a sufficient amount to buy their baby supplies, and I think she must have pitched in to buy me this book. I really appreciate their efforts in remembering my birthday as well sending this small gift. I was truly touched.

Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami.

It was quite a popular book around here, I always found it displayed largely in the bookstores. I was more than tempted to start reading it on my birthday, but we were so busy packing up, I never came around to doing such.

As I fitted my earphones inside my ears, I hit the shuffle button on my i-Pod and cuddled up on my bed along with my new storybook.

Here by Alessia Cara.

That was the song buzzing in my ears. Her voice was hoarse, yet sweet and her melancholic tune matched the style of writing of Haruki Murakami's. Just as I started to get engulfed deeply into my book, my eyes caught the time on the clock nailed on my wall.

3:30 p.m.

Since when did time run by that fast? I cleared up my things and headed towards my backpack.

Damn it, I forgot to unpack! I'll never find a cute dress in time!

Just as my pessimistic thoughts took place, I threw all my clothes on the bed and rummaged through it to find a cute dress.

I found a floral sundress that I usually wore to the beach when we used to go there often. I immediately changed and found myself looking at the mirror. It was a sleeveless dress that was slightly above my knees. It wasn't too exposing. I applied a layer of lip gloss on my already pink lips and fitted a clip on my short, wavy hair. I picked up a sling bag from behind the door (which had been arranged by my mum before we moved in) and chucked my phone and earphones.

I checked myself in the mirror again and straightened out my dress. I never really cared about looks or impressing anyone, but like I mentioned earlier, Dominic wasn't 'anyone'. He was actually a 'someone', and I wanted to be in his house in a respectful manner.

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Walking down the stairs, I spotted Anwar and Martin talking to a girl who lived at the back of us. She looked around my age, she was clearly flirting with them by the way she was endlessly twirling a lock of her blonde hair.

I got out of the house and closed the main door. I then proceeded to unlocking the big 'golden gates' in front of me.

Locking it behind me, I carefully crossed the road and walked over to Dominic's house. I realized the time was 3:55 p.m. Impatiently, I poked at a ruined doorbell on the wall of ever growing vines. I hurriedly tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear and straightened out my dress for the millionth time.

I heard a click of a lock and their main door opened.

"Hi dear, you must be Gigi? Dominic has been impatient, on you arrival, he hasn't stopped talking about you!" a lady in her mid forties said as she walked out to unlock the gate.

I walked in and smiled at her as she locked the gates. Then I followed her into their house.

Our house was more spacious, but theirs was sure welcoming.

"Sit down here, honey. Make yourself at home. I'll bring a cup of tea and some of my cookies." the lady said as she motioned me to sit down on the puffy brown couch as she rushed into a room; assumingly the kitchen.

I sat down as I was bounced slightly by the presence of the springs inside the couch. I looked around the living room and slowly tried to take in my surroundings.

There was a piano on the far right and possibly a 45-inch screen television at the end of the living room. There was a coffee table at my legs, made out of pure barks of a tree. ( as engraved on the masterpiece).

There was a big Van Gogh painting on the brightly painted walls that stood out beautifully. I kept on moving my neck from left to right, absorbing the different things that were all over the living room. It was well kept, yet family-like which made me feel warm at heart.

"Master Dominic, Gigi is already here! Hurry up! Don't keep the lady waiting!" I heard the lady say as she walked out of the kitchen with two cups and a kettle, along with a bowl of freshly baked cookies (judging by it's sweet smell that lingered in the air) on a tray and placed it upon a coffee table.

"Thank you, these cookies smell amazing!" I said as she asked me to try one.

Upon taking a bite, the chocolate melted on my tongue. It was scrumptious.

"Did you make these?" I asked when I was done with the cookie.

"Oh no, Dominic's mother did." she said with a smile which quickly faded.

I knew she was lying, she said 'her' cookies a few minutes ago. Surely two people didn't make cookies for one person to try, eh?

A warm and mushy feeling flushed over me when I saw Dominic walk down the stairs in a tuxedo. He was so handsome!