Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary baju singkat, halter bahagian, atas and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia berkata I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the dapur on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was wearing, and I silently cursed Tia. Then, he said, "You look nice."

My hati, tengah-tengah sang with the small compliment, and I was almost worshipping Tia at that moment.

"Thanks," I said. "Let's get going."
"Sure," he smiled, and my hati, tengah-tengah skipped a beat.

Shaun

She opened the door, and I was stunned for a few seconds. I hadn't seen her for almost two days, I had felt as if I was disappearing very painfully.

I shook this thought away; it was entirely irrational.

I told her, a bit of an understatement, really, "You look nice." 'Idiot, I cursed myself. Nice? That's all I can come up with?
"Thanks," she said. "Let's get going."

I wasn't sure what I berkata next, but I knew that whatever she wanted to do, I'd want to do it too, as long as I was with her.

I stopped breathing when she smiled and took my hand, leading me to my car.

I had to remind myself to breathe while we were driving.

As I'd started the car, I found myself very attentive to her every word.

So irrational. What was happening to me?