Jumper shorts, plain sleeveless, sneakers, no make – up – among all of them, she’s the only one who has no body vanities. And I can happily point out that she’s boyishly. But not enough bases to conclude that she’s a lesbian, Sherri. You need more!

Oh my gosh! What am I even thinking? Sherri, remember, she’s not your target, okay? She’s Denmark’s so keep your mind straight!

“I think someone’s going to melt with your stare,” John awaken from my deep thoughts.

Among the five, John’s my closest and the strictest but gentleman. Well, everyone is gentleman, that’s why I’m sticking with them. But only John can read my mind better than others just like now.

“I’m just thinking of something,” I admitted.

“I know. If she’s straight or a lesbian?”

I told you, he’ll guess it. I just nodded while keeping my eyes at our target. We were just actually standing across her.

“If she’s straight, you’ll have a hard time. But if she’s a lesbian, then you’re so lucky.”

I was about to react when suddenly she stood.

“John! John! I think she’s coming on our way!” I panicked; my heart throbbed so fast I thought I couldn’t breathe.

“Okay, wait. What’s the plan again?” he’s panicking, too.

“Go down! Go down fast and call Denmark! You better do it right cos I’m putting my shame for this else I’ll kick both your asses!” I warned, my heart pulse’s raising!

“Fine! Fine!”

We were both freaking out, but this was it!

The dance floor and the tables were actually on a level down as you enter the club. So, obviously, you have to go by the stairs. I’m standing here near the door while John and Denmark on the end part of the stairs, opposite to me, waiting for her if she’ll pass by. And when she’s really going to my way, I immediately took my phone and act as if I’m using it. If this plan won’t work, I’m not sure if I must take a plastic surgery or burry my face to the ground.

She’s walking towards me with her eyes still on her phone. Well, that’s a good start. But I’m wondering what she’s so busy at. Chatting? No. She’s not typing. And her other hand’s full with a glass of drink.

When she started to take a step to the stairs, I started going down, too. This is it, Sherri! Don’t you dare mess up, too!

In a just second, John, followed by Denmark, started his acting by calling me. And as planned, John ‘accidentally’ bumped her as soon as she’s in front of me, and before she can move aside, spilling her drink on my beautiful black blouse. Bait, right? I should be awarded and reimbursed for this! Poor bait – the writer, producer, the director and the best actress.

“Oh my—” I gasped. I couldn’t even finish my line in shock. Acting, right?

“Oh shit!” she reacted. “I’m so sorry.” Her face’s full of guilt.

I’m already feeling guilty, too. She has no idea this was all planned.

Acting #101. Don’t care about her. I only must care about my wet clothes as I wiped it repeatedly with my hand. I shouldn’t look annoyed and unapproachable. Just enough on the face.

“I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to bump on you,” John apologized to her. But she didn’t seem to hear him. Her entire attention was to me. And for me, that’s one point for my beauty!

“Wait, here,” she took a handkerchief from her back pocket and handed it to me. “We should better stay on the side before somebody else will bump me and I’ll drop my drink at you again.”

Your grandma’s so touched, I’m beginning to be weak!

“I-it’s fine. I’m wearing leather crop top anyway so —-”

She spoke closer to my ear. “I’m sorry but I can’t hear you,” she said shaking his head. “It’s too loud in here. How about we go to the toilet?”

Toilet? Oh my gosh! Is she planning to do something at me? That’s gross, Sherri, you know.

Well, useless thoughts aside, good thing she found it noisy else she could have heard the loud beating of my heart, especially when her eyes looked straight at me like a magnet that all I could was nod.

And because your grandmother’s too girly tonight, with my high heels on, this lady with her sneakers was gentleman enough to hold my hand as we walk towards the washroom. I hope my hand’s not sweaty. That’d be a shame, and this was insane! Why does she have to be so gentle? I’m about to lose my focus!

I secretly looked at John, who’s still following me and gave me a thumbs up.

Go along, Sherri. So far, so good. And stop acting like you’re not happy with whatever’s happening, Sherri! It’s more than just a thumbs up for you!

As soon as John was just right behind me, I secretly handed him my phone without this gentlelady noticing.

Time for the next move!

Good thing the toilet wasn’t crowded at all! I’m already disturbed by her presence. Having a lot of audience will do me no good. She then placed the glass and apologized again to me.

“I’m really so sorry. I was so focused on my phone I ended up bumping you.”

Whether you explain or not, it’s totally fine.

“It’s fine. It’s really crowded as well. Plus, it’s not your fault at all. My best friend bumped at you while wanting to approach me,” I answered while wiping my blouse with the handkerchief she gave me.

“But at least if I’m focus on my way, then, I could have not spilled the drinks on you.”

“Just forget about it. It’s totally fine. Here, your hanky. Thank you so much.”

I handed the hanky back to her. She just sighed in return, apologizing again. “Really. I’m sorry again that you ended up smelling like beer.”

I smiled. “Really, it’s totally fine. We’re at the club so it’s normal to smell like one. At least it’s just your liquor and not you, throwing up at me.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right. That’d be awful.”

I was out of words when someone got out from cubicle.

“Do you want to use the toilet?” she asked.

“Hmmm, yeah sure.” That’s what I needed.

After using the toilet, she’s not out anymore, which was an answered prayer. It gave me more time to think. Shortly after, she went out from one of the cubicles, smiled at me, washed her hands beside me.

Well, here we go again.

Acting number 102 for mission number 101 - don’t forget to take the number. And don’t screw this, Sherri!

“Oh my gosh, you’re kidding me!” I nervously searched my shorts and the place. Your grandmother must act again.

“Is something wrong?” she worriedly asked.

Guilt, guilt, guilt. I’d die in guilt in here!

“I-I couldn’t find my phone. Was I bringing one?”

She tried to remember deeply. “I think you were.”

I immediately searched through the cubicle. Obviously, part of the director’s plan, my plan.

“I’m so dead!” I gave her a scared cat look.

“Why?”

“I remember I placed it in my back pocket.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, sh*t! Then, you must have dropped it. Why don’t we try calling it?”

Oh, that’s what I call the best bait. You offered it lady, loud and clear.

“A-are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure. You wouldn’t loss it if not because of me,” she said as she handed her phone to me.

If you keep blaming yourself, I might not succeed in this plan!

“No. That’s a different story. I’m too careless to put it in my pocket. Stop blaming yourself,” I said as I dialed my number.

And there you are ladies and gentlemen. Mission number 1, accomplished! I got her number!

Of course, no one would be answering it because that’s exactly the plan. And I must continue acting so worried.

“What?”

I shook my head. “No one’s answering.”

“But it’s ringing?”

I nodded.

“Call again. It’s too noisy, so, for sure no one can hear it on the first try.”

I called my number twice, and again there’s no answer. And I acted even more worried. And so was she.

Lady, it’s all planned, alright? Keep up cos I’m about to back out because of my conscience.

“My Dad’s going to kill me. He actually said that’s my last phone.” I added a sad sigh on my acting, looking away at her.

She’s about to say something when the door opened, and a wave of loud noise filled our ears. She signaled for us to go out and I obediently followed, hoping John’s not outside the toilet, or else that’d be a goodbye for the second and last mission – knowing her name.

We haven’t really talked about where they should be waiting for me and just our night of luck, there was no John or Denmark or any of my best friends anywhere. Good thing these were all part of the plan or else, Dad’s really gonna kill me if I lost that phone.

She woke me up from my quick run-away to my thoughts when she held my hand as soon as we got out from the club. I felt chills all over my body. My eyes made a quick search around the area and yes (with an exclamation), I found none of ‘em. Or maybe I wasn’t really looking carefully because my attention was more to the electricity building in my body as soon as she held my hand.

Neither I want to think about nor dream about it, but I couldn’t help praying that hopefully, hopefully, there’ll be that slightest chance that she’ll be mine.

Just kidding! For sure, that’s a joke! What am I, easy to get?