Parked bench

“How could you just sit here and do nothing?” Exasperated, she bolted upright and placed herself on top of the bench’s backrest. “I mean, like this? All day?”

While I tried discerning whether it was a question that needed to be answered, she shifted her long hair to her right and peered into the small screen of my camera as I siphoned through the different shots that I took a few hours ago.

“Well, it’s a good place to shoot — you see different types of people, doing different things, here at the same place. Plus the ice cream here is good.”

The first part was really not true, the real reason I liked that spot was because from here I could see the bench that we shared on our first date.

“You’re just here because of the ice cream” She said jokingly, perhaps she knew about my real reason, perhaps she doesn’t. Perhaps it’s something that need not to be said, her smile and tone was enough to tell me that she knew.

“Here, look” I pulled my camera closer to her, “this atuk and nenek couple has been sitting there like clockwork ever since I moved here — every Friday, at 3PM. Ish.”

As I pressed the small button on my camera, a sling of shots of the same couple came alive to the small screen. Each pixel changed in unison, changing different placards of colours at every press of the button.

“That’s stalker-ish, but I have to admit they are cute couple”

She said, as she leaned closer towards the camera — the quaint smell of her perfume suddenly made this moment vivid.

She leaned back, and with her head tilted to the sky “You think we’ll ever find someone like that?”

As those words were spoken, it soon evaporated and disappeared as if her words manifested physically into a million droplets that vanished in the cold air.

“May be. Hopefully. Yeah.”

Actually, the first part was really not true. Because I knew it there and then, that I have already found my someone — it was her.