So right now as I'm sitting in Fusionopolis' Starbucks studying, there's this (decent-looking) guy sitting beside me.
He wears a sweater, drinks hot coffee (what looks to be caramel macchiato), is reading an extremely brilliant Jonathan Franzen book (Freedom), doodles beautifully, stares at nothing in particular from time to time (looking to be extremely deep in thought), and he seems to be journaling.
Is it just me, or do guys these days not do stuff like that anymore? Especially not in Singapore.
I am so turned on right now I wanna marry this amazing guy.
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