Night of the love-comet

Gotcha!" The twenty-year-old girl behind the cashier's counter snapped grabbing the middle-aged man who had come to make the payment by the hand. She stiffened her expression, perhaps to look more professional and fearful but in summary, she was cute. She was Yang Sunni by name. She had a petite body structure which prevented her from being tall. She was a bit average in height but appearance would say she was younger than her age. "Hey! what's wrong with you?!" The man who was held by the hand inquired. His eyes widened in shock. "Tell that to the cops when you're in jail" She smirked. Working part-time in I restaurant was Sunni's way of helping out herself and her friend in the little way she could. Luckily, she was employed in this not-so-famous restaurant as a cashier. It was a so-so job for her although it wasn't her dream job. It still paid nicely. At the very moment, it was a bit too obvious that attention had be

Mum! Today's my birthday! What did you get for me?" "Uh...My child....don't be in a haste....your dad will be back soon, he's with the presents we got for you" "Really mum! Did he get me a toy car? Video game? What? What?!" "Haha haha.. If I tell you, then it won't be a surprise....so be patient okay?" .......... He lay on the roof looking up at the sky with both hands supporting his head. He heard all they said. They were in the house on which he lay on. One would wonder how he heard all they said clearly but for him, it was perfectly normal.  Because he could hear from afar. It wasn't that special to him. He stared at the starry night as he sighed. The night seemed perfect. With the full moon and star. What a scenario. But it wasn't gonna be that perfect tonight because he could see it coming.

With both hands on her hips, Sunni panted softly recovering from the shock. She exhaled looking up at the strange guy who still had his eyes on her. She stood straight looking up at him. This condition made her wonder if she was just too short or was this guy tall! "Hey, what were you thinking?" She asked but the guy said nothing.  He and his gaze fixed on her as if he and finally seen the person he was in search of for years. It freaked her out. "Why did you stand in the road? Do you want to die? How can a fine Young man like you die like that....it's just not proper" she said wiping out the imaginary sweat off her forehead. He was still mute, eyes down on her as she paused, meeting his gaze. Suddenly she looked around and up at him. "Eh...well I'd like to stay and have some chit chats but I'm seriously busy right now. Okey? She slowly brought up her hands as she stood on her toes. Her right hand met his h

Yang Sunni wasn't awakened the next day by the alarm as usual but by the rash opening of the bedroom's entrance door. Startled, she jerked out of bed looking towards the direction of the door, Hana walked in. Reluctantly, she yawned stretching out herself. "What's up with the slamming??" She asked. Hana seemed to be in a hurry as she dashed into the room and approached her wardrobe. Without words, she opened it and began taking out clothes that she put into the bag she placed aside. Sunni slowly got out of bed as she watched her pack in a hurry. Only a guess would tell her all..." Where are you going?"  Hana didn't reply but continued.  "Hey...Hana, where you going?" She asked again. With a sigh, she stopped and looked up at Sunni. "It's kind of a long story, but I'll cut it short. Mum and dad who continuously insisted I go on blind dates to find a boyfriend has set up a blind date for me back in town and I have to go

Dave Lin had probably worked overtime. This is evident from the time he was still in the office. He took a quick glimpse at his golden wristwatch. It was 9:50 pm. Quite too late for his usual working schedule. But he seemed busy and occupied at the moment.  With the files filled up on his table and the computer on before him which he operated from time to time while going through files, he was certainly going through a case. Or rather the case at hand. He took a while to surf a particular file that was bodied with words that only he understood. He seemed lost in it, lost into the words in it and the sense he tried to make out of it while linking ideas. He didn't seem to be in the mood for anything else. His busy scenario was interrupted by a knock on the door. He paused, looking up to the door." Who's there?"  He wondered who was still in the agency late at night. "It's me...Lara" The familiar feminine voice came from the oth