she does not know it yet

she does not know it yet. we both liked asian. we were to meet at foo. place was locked in, time was too. i reached there 30 minutes early. she had taken her surfing classes recently. she was staying with her friends. i was at the restaurant, waiting, alternating between twitter and the food menu for no real reason. twitter. then the food menu. then twitter again. she reached. i was on the first floor. i offered to come pick her up. she denied. fair enough. a man must earn his entry into a lobby. so i went back to my phone. and then, just as i was mid-scroll, i heard it. a small voice. tiny. almost mumbling my name, as if it had not yet fully decided to enter the room. i turned. there she was. tiny body. cute face. a giant jacket trying its best to swallow her whole. and that was it. that was the moment. very inconveniently, very quietly, i had already decided i wanted to meet her again. she had not even said a full sentence yet. she does not know it yet. she thinks i only talk to her…