Past, Chapter 3: The 5-dollar Crush (Part 6)

Turned out I need not ask at all. Found a piece of paper with a number in a paper box (the one where you store A4 size papers). Actually, I did not know if it was her number or not, it could have been anyone's. To me, it was sort of like a divination paper. If it was not hers, that I guess our fate ends here.

The 'O' Levels ended and life was not just about school anymore. I tried messaging to that number-- there was still a chance (no matter how slim) that the number was hers. The message was like this: 'hi, my phone malfunctioned n my contacts were deleted.. may i noe hu dis no. belongs 2?..' Sounds cheesy right? Like some old method guys use to hook girls up. But I could not think of anything better. You can't expect me to write: 'i found dis no. in ******'s box, hu r u?'. Do you?

At this point don't ever try to guess who's name has 6 letters in it. It's useless, the person involved may not even have a name with 6 letters.

She sent '******, haha hu r u?'. I sent my name back and the conversation ended-- she did not reply. Was she shocked to know that I had her number in my contacts all along? Would she have felt I might have liked her and wanted to be more than just friends? I dared not find out. After all, I didn't want to scare her off.