The Night At The Parc

Parc.
Tonight.
I look at her, waiting for her to look at me again, and then our eyes met...

Parc.
Tonight.
It's not that good actually, I wonder why people like to come here.
Maybe because of the music? I don't know. The place is closing anyway and I don't care why.
I'm sitting here, talking with other guys.
The other bands are playing on the stage after ours, we are the opening act.
We choose to sit on the corner rather than to join the crowd in front of the stage. It's okay, we can still hear the sound anyway.
The place is small, and ugly. Luckily, it's shady in there so people won't expose the ugliness of the place.

After chatting and drinking the Cola from the pitcher (I promised to myself not to drink again this time), I take a moment to rest and look around. Geez, what a quite tiring time I had after the performance.
Hmm, I had nothing better to do so I look at the watch. It's nearly midinight but the crowd is still getting more and more crowded.

I look around at the crowd, like hoping that someone I know would come here. But of course, I don't even know someone here except my friends who are sitting beside me now. Because I don't have something better to do, I keep continuing this unimportant activity, until my eyes look at the girl who stands at the back row, about ten meters in front of me.
Then she looks at me. And our eyes meet.

She turns herself around and look at the stage again. I watch her patiently until she looks at me. Our eyes meet again.

Should I ask her number?

Damn it. This is in J A K A R T A and she's automatically-ninety-nine-percent lives in J A K A R T A. I really hate this J A K A R T A thingies actually (I have my own reasons for that) despite the great architecture and the all the skyscrapers. So I try to keep my business in J A K A R T A as least as possible. And I don't want this girl to be something to keep me in touch with J A K A R T A.

I'm really not in the mood of a commitment thing right now. This means, if I make a move on this girl, it will probably just for having fun or a one-night-stand-thing. Hmm, am I starting to be an asshole? But I think it's okay to be one since I'm single now. Because right now, I just want to have fun and just going around with a girl without even care about the commitment thing.
Hey, don't think of me badly, there's nothing wrong with that actually. I'm single, and I won't forced her to listen to my words. I just want to have fun, can I just do that?


She still looks at me again. She's quite nice, physically, and sexy.
Goddam it.
I took a cig and light it. After I drink few gulps from the softdrink, I looked at the Miss-I-Don't-Know-You-But-You're-Quite-Sexy-To-Me for the last time.
The next thing is, I stand and go out to find some fresh air. Fresh air to make me can think clearly. Fresh air to erase her from my mind. Fresh air that reminds me of someone.

I grab my cellphone and send her, that someone, a message:
+ How about dinner tomorrow night?