Went to go get dragon fruit with B for the first time and it tasted as sweet as kiwi, and you peeled it like a banana. When I peeled it the inside color resembled an exotic pink. The entire fruit was exotic, like a Venus flytrap or some prehistoric organism. It seemed out of place, as if it didn't belong in this world. Hence the name, dragon fruit. All the while B seemed uninterested in the fruit because she's had it for her entire life. Meh-nothing-special kind of emotion. Meanwhile she showed me her daycare kids through her phone. "It's fun going to work now," she said.

We then got fish balls and then proceeded to get sponge cake. In the end we got legit Szechuan as we both struggled with the spicyness of the sliced potatoes and peppers. Our faces turned red as an apple. Meanwhile the speakers played aloud the same classic Chinese song on repeat, on and on.

B at the time was not fond of the way I dressed, more specifically the sleeveless hoodie. You don't need it, she thought. It was breezy today and I thought it would be a good compliment to my outfit of the day. But it didn't. She in fact took it off and brought it upstairs to her home. The weather was in fact chilly. It felt like early fall weather, where a light hoodie would be perfect. 

After dinner we walked to a nearby playground and sat on the bench. The sky grew darker and was submerged in cobalt blue yet kids were still congregating around the handball courts and playing basketball. I was chewing the contents of the rest of the coconut spongecake that she couldn't finish. She was silent for a while, gazing at something way beyond her view. Her graceful, smooth hair fluttered with the wind. She was taking in the sounds of the playground. And at an impulse, an air of nostalgia struck her. 

"Memories," she said. 

She told me that she used to come here often when she was younger. At the time it was getting a bit chilly and I thought it would be nice to wear my sleeveless hoodie. 

But she brought it upstairs. 

haha.