Meet me Halfway
Just as long as they don't hit the right chords, I'd be fine; ecstatic even.
But then again, too much won't be good, and I have proof of that.
My Aunt decided to set me up with Matt. And Allen, the ever generous alien, had called the person mentioned immediately, telling him that the gang planned to meet at Bob's Café in Lacson Street by four in the afternoon.
So basically, despite my outward protest and insistence that I couldn't meet up with him, I had no other choice.
At precisely 4, I was fairly seated outside Bob's Café, defying my Aunt's insistence that I should stay inside to not ruin my powder-y face with sweat.