The walk down the shophouse stairs was one filled with tons of questions in my head again. This guy... Who the hell is he?!
Boss of this really nice boutique at a shophouse in Haji Lane, boss of some KTV pubs and night clubs, Senior PR manager of an events company?
Just how many jobs or business does this person holds?
We got back to his car and he drove to us to East Coast Park.
I don't get it. Why would eating at East Coast require me to change my attire entirely to what I'm donning now? Shouldn't what I've worn a way much better choice?
We walk over to Jumbo Seafood Restaurant. I couldn't take it anymore and ask.
"If you're just intending to bring me for a seafood dinner why ask me to get changed into what I'm wearing right now?"
Lawrence merely give me a smirk and continue walking to the entrance.
"Lawrence, I've made a booking."
"This way please Mr Lau." the captain show us the way to the second level.
"You can change back to what you're wearing initially, but that probably will look underdressed and terrible later after dinner." Lawrence replied me after sitting down comfortably.
There isn't anybody who even bothered to bring over the menu. At that point of time, I thought why would the service of Jumbo Seafood be so bad when they don't even bother to serve us anything except chrysanthemum tea.
Don't blame me, I'm here for the first time in my life.
A short while later, we're served with a plate of chili crab, a plate of cereal prawns and deep fried buns.
"Itadaki masu" Lawrence just pick up the chopsticks without me and start getting the cereal prawns for himself.
I look carefully at this guy sitting in front of me. How gentleman or nice can he be when he's showing all signs of an MCP? Or at least to me??
"What are you waiting for? Tuck in!" Lawrence finally realize I'm staring at him after he finishes his first prawn. I pick up my chopstick and pick one of the deep fried buns and dip into the sauce from the chili crab.
"Is that the reason you asked me to change into what I'm wearing now?" I ask, before giving the chili crab sauce covered bun a bite.
"Partially, Au-drey."
"You can call me Aud, or Audrey."
"I prefer to call you Au-drey."
Fine. Whatever. I feel so suffocated having to eat my dinner with someone like him. What have I done in my past life to deserve someone like this to torture me?
That reminds me the question I want to ask him. That unfateful night.
Why was he crying at my singing?
