Describe your ideal date?

It must be a sunny afternoon, sitting next to a gentleman wearing a white shirt and wearing eau de toilette, soaking in a mellow leisure coffee shop.

Today must be a rest day. I woke up naturally and saw the short message on my mobile phone. Must be a handsome and introverted man.

"Today's weather is suitable for us to meet, 3 pm, be there or be square." Ha, I also like a man who is calm and suitable and won't be wordy.

Then I will spend my two hours soaking myself in the bathtub, then draw a generous and beautiful makeup, choose a beautiful skirt full of caution (such a high slit, such a straight collar, such a backless skirt ~ aha ~) and add a pair of lace-up high heels, and it will be perfect.

Arrived at the coffee shop he appointed at 3 o'clock on time. Here he is, sitting by the window waiting for me. As soon as he sits down, he smells familiar. He even likes vanilla lattes.

From shyness to slowly talking about names, talking about constellations, and then talking about childhood and anecdotes with a smile. Shallow a cup of coffee, just over an hour, I know his humor, that he likes to drink raspberry-flavored vodka, and that he played a lot of tricks to please his sister when he was a child. He should also remember that I like to eat all strawberry-flavored things when I am unhappy. Perfect.

While drinking coffee, we talked about a nearby restaurant, where the environment was good. We all agreed that a dish was super delicious, so we reached an understanding and went to eat it.

We don't talk much when we eat. After all, we must pay attention to our eating habits. It's just that he doesn't talk, and his feelings arrive. He will pick up vegetables for me like a boyfriend, pour me juice in time, and cut up the steak for me to eat.

After happily chewing the last bite of steak, our dessert came at this time, eating sweet cranberry sorbet, and then we talked about all the topics we wanted to talk to each other. He laughed that I would eat ice cream all over my mouth and wipe it off with paper.

Towards the end of dinner, we all seemed to feel that we had not stayed enough. We will decide to find a bar for a drink. Some deeper topics can only be said under alcohol anesthesia, such as the attitude towards love, such as how you feel tonight.

I came to a pub, and from the moment I entered this place, the ambiguity seemed to begin.

The singer on the stage is singing a love song. An old and long-lasting love is simple. I forgot how it started. I just had feelings for you.

We sat side by side in the booth, listening to songs, talking about music and love, holding cocktails and singing one ambiguous song after another. What should I do if I don't kiss or hug at this time?

I put my head on his shoulder and he turned to kiss my forehead. I smiled shyly, and then the music started: I want to know where you have been.

When I came out of the bar, the road drenched by sprinklers was wet and fragrant. At this time, he asked me to take him home. When I was in the car, we stopped avoiding the driver's eyes and kissed warmly.