P l e a s e Ho l d K a t r i n a C h u a J i a W e n
The light from the screen of his laptop was blinding. His article for The Bulletin lay unfinished. Writer’s block — the curse of all journalists. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he heaved a huge sigh, hoping for some inspiration to magically hit him on the head. His stomach growled. “Layla,” he called, “I feel like eating… nasi lemak. Order me the nearest one. And don’t forget to tell the guy to leave it at the door.” His phone screen lit up immediately, followed by a sleek female voice that answered. “Noted. Your nasi lemak will arrive in….20 minutes.” “What! That’s too long. Cancel it, I’ll get something myself.” As he closed the door of his apartment, he noticed his neighbour who lived across him was also leaving hers. Darn it. This was exactly why he had originally planned to order in: the fewer the social interactions, the better. He quickly looked down to the floor, but it was too late; he had accidentally caught her eye. The woman gave a quick move of her lips as though she was about to smile before mimicking
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