Nothing special, I frowned at the teacher just as usual in the lesson - a very misleading byword for hundred percent of focusing which last week aroused the misunderstanding from my grumpy english literature teacher. After three hours of lesson I alone walked at a slow pace, I had yet to have lunch; I put on my earphone and turned on the BBC philosophy Dao Zhi podcast, walking toward the fence along Bateman Street where I locked my bike. Whilst I was about to unlock it, I bent down and threw a brief glanced upon a girl walking in direction of my side. I didn't pay much heed to it, I would say it was more a reflection than intention - that's my habit when unlocking the bike. I then carried my way with my bike, pondering if I should go to Barber to have a hair cut- I was struggling with the financial problem. The void of my stomache relentlessly reminded me of lunch - it was 215. On contemplating those string of problem and listening to BBC and carry my bike, the girl, stopped and said hello to me. At that time I still didn't have a clear picture of her appearance strangely. She asked me about the locus of the main building of University of Cambridge - it really called me in question - as far as I know there is no such thing like the headquarters of university of cambridge!? I then asked her if you have been King's college to conceal my ignorance. She said no. It leaded me to point out the direction of King's College. I originally thought of bring her to Trumpington street and then let go, however, something was driving me forward. This is not something related to her youth and prettiness, but perhaps her traits I devoid of, she was very extrovert. what was more, I did feel pretty comfortable of being with her. Then I told her well, virtually I could give you a tour. That was how our strange journey began.
Her name is Bella. Her father is vietnamese and mother is french and Bella was born in Hong Kong, lived in Canada and educated in England, well a rather long list. Interesting person. I shown her some must go, stock visiting points in Cambridge like some of the most famous colleges. I just walked around with her all afternoon, then emptiness from my stomach start sprawling through my brain, I was too hungry that I was swoon, then I asked her if you wanted something to eat. We went to a vietnamese restaurant yet it was closed, then we got into a french bistro. The waitress was in bad mood like the weather outside. Terrible fete. We ordered a couple of beers, Hoegarrden and Kronenbourg 1664. They were both good. Petit plates with different kinds of goat cheese, and liver!? with fairly well-made bread, and pasta. I had a clear picture of her face since the moment we sat in the restaurant. You will understand I prefer details in my brain rather than in words.
We had a nice chat. She was obviously a very ambitious and independent lady. I fancy that. After seeing her off in the train station she politely said thank you and gave me a hug. Well I remember still the feeling of that. The thing is, I found her so interesting, and she is appealing, nothing related to sex or love, but seems some character I am lacked of. I wish I could know more about her. Her images riddled with my brain whole night, even as I was taking a shower. Interesting, very interesting. I know after twenty years, it will be ridiculous about what I write today, but that's absolutely fine, I just want to record such a interesting day in a drizzling February, as a unexpected and total stranger met a Canadian girl who alone visiting Cambridge on the street, and gave her an tour. By chance or accident I don't know, but fate seems to be a game of riddle, you never know the answer, it could be dramatic and depressing and its charm is that the answer often unveiled in a simple, drizzling, overcast day.
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