After a night's sleep, I woke up still feeling surreal. I asked myself if I really did have tea with the guy I am used to adore from afar. My eyes stare at the poster hanging next to my bed and I ask aloud " Did I really have tea with you yesterday?"
It still seems like a dream to me. I remember leaving my contact numbers with him. Would he really call and visit? I finally reach the conclusion that he would not. It's unthinkable for someone of his status to call on someone unknown like me.
Imagine my shock when I received his call an hour later. I was already on my way out to work when the phone rang. Grumbling I ran back to answer it. The caller hemmed and hawed repeatedly making voice recognition tough. Finally he identifies himself and all he heard is loud crash in response.
" Hello? Are you all right?" He inquiries, his voice filled with concern.
" Yes, yes, I am fine." I managed to reply after picking up the handset that slipped from my hand. " What's up?" I ask in a lousy attempt to sound casual.
" I wonder if I can pay you a visit soon?" He asks weakly. " Maybe within this week?"
A loud voice in my head screamed nearly deafening me. This can't be real, I argue with myself. " Ouch!" I cried out when I pinched myself.
" What happened?" He asks hurriedly when he heard my painful cry.
" Nothing, nothing." I reassure hastily.
" Then is it ok?" he persisted.
" To see Chopin, right? Your visit is to see him, right?" I ask, persisting in drawing the line. I can't imagine why I would insist on drawing such a clear line with him but my mind is ruling my heart for now.
" Ye - yes." He managed to reply after moments of hesitation.
" I'll be free after six every day." I finally gave in.
" Great! Shall I come by tonight?" He asked a tad too urgently. Probably sensing his lack of courtesy, he stopped suddenly and the moment froze.
" Sure, see you tonight then. Around six? I'll get some dinner ready." I said casually, actually feeling sweat forming on my palms. My heart is doing cartwheels and my mind is doing a hundred meter dash.
" You would treat me to dinner too?" He asks happily.
" Sure, it is dinnertime and I don't let my guests starved." I attempt a weak joke.
" See you tonight then." He said abruptly. Suddenly he is in a great hurry to hang up.
And that's how I end up calling in sick and spending the whole morning cleaning up my messy apartment. I know what is in my fridge and I have a rough idea what I would whip up for dinner. Suddenly I became nervous, would my cooking satisfy the palate of a good cook such as him who is renowned for his love for good food.
