The saturday could not have felt more satisfying, waking up to dance rehearsals before being shuttled to GP tuition then enjoying a sumptious dinner with that dear friend she has been missing.

"The night was short but sweet," she thought, as she hurried down the flight of escalators leading her to the train station. Her next destination awaits. While time ticks by, seemingly slower as the weekend threatens an ominous end, she busies her mind with pieces of information, making mental notes of items which she has not packed and is planning to, scanning her wardrobe mentally for bags and accessories which could match as many outfits as possible.

The train door pulls apart, temporarily breaking her train of thoughts. It's starting to feel like the real holidays finally.

Back home, she draws comfort from the familiarity of him. Between them, they know it's been a bed of roses recently, which they are not taking for granted. The usual teasing, jokes and nonchalence, coupled with false indignance reminds them of why they are together. A blessing indeed considering she was his first love at 13. Something she sees as special in this recent relationship. Shrugging her shoulders, she looks up and sees that figure blasting enemies and feeding his ego at DOTA. oh well, some things she will have to wait and be patient. :) Boys will be boys.