Pause the Night

7:10 P.M.
You’re driving the car while I’m talking from the passenger’s seat.
The Cab’s “Moon” just finished playing, Maroon 5’s “Never gonna leave this bed” is next. 
Would’ve been a sweet ride if Stephen Speak’s “Passenger Seat” is playing.
Would’ve been a fun ride if you don’t keep on pressing the issue that I have a car but not a driver’s permit.

7:18 P.M.
We don’t have specific plans for the night until the moment I began emptying my wallet. You spot a gift certificate inserted between my cards. 
We now have a place.

7: 42 P.M.
We’re not properly dressed.
I tugged your shirt then pointed to the crowd.
“Your earrings alone are more expensive than their whole getup while I’m wearing Patek on my wrist. Why do you think they allowed us to enter?” you said while laughing. 
I shook my head. You laughed harder.
You ordered the food then hand your credit card. 
I forgot to bring the P 500. 00 gift certificate but I guess it’s okay. 
Staring at you, I’m positive you already forgot that I have one.
You walked to the spot farthest from the crowd,
You’re a natural social butterfly but tonight, all you seem to care about is our 360-degree city view.
You keep on glancing at the building lights while we’re eating.

8:30 P.M. 
We finished our food. 
You walked to the bar to get a Daiquiri.
Girls are checking you out. 
Maybe because of your out-of-place clothing or maybe because you’re handsome.

8:37 P.M.
You went back then hand me a tea.
You lead me to the railing. We begin to talk. 
I talked about the beauty of the area. 
You complained on why we visit the place just now. 
You cursed your iPhone’s camera. You kissed my forehead. 
We, then, talked about school.

9:15 P.M.
We’re still talking. Fourth Hemingway for you coming.
You asked why I keep on checking your watch.
 I told you not to mind me.
You asked me if I want to go home already.
Nothing memorable is happening yet
so I said I don’t.

(originally published at my wordpress profile)