Casanova

It was the 22nd of February. The seven of us were just chilling about outside the church, waiting for the Mass to start. When it was almost time, she asked: "Shall we go in now?"

No one responded. They were too busy complaining about camp. I stood forward, offered her my elbow and said, "Come along now, let's go in first."



Her name's Irene. The first thing that sprung to my mind was the woman whom Sherlock Holmes admires. Not exactly an apt comparison, but they do share similarities. She is a bubbly, cheerful young lady hailing from Alor Setar whom I met during my National Service training.

I would have never noticed her existence if it weren't for the fact that we were among the few Catholics, being given the chance to go to church every Saturday. Those were fun times, a day off every week to escape from the government-sanctioned torture facility and actually mingle with civilized people.

Anyway, I never expected any reaction from her, so I was surprised when she actually hopped up towards me and hooked her arm through mine. My heart skipped a beat, but quickly regained composure. I guess I've gotten used to flirting. We strolled along, arm in arm, until the church porch. She let go of me and skipped ahead. We made the Sign of the Cross with holy water, then took our seats on a pew. I looked at her and patted her the empty space next to me. She willingly moved closer and the awkward small talk commenced. It wasn't long before we whipped out our phones. Her Xperia caught my eye. It seemed familiar to me, being such an avid Sony fan.

"What model is your phone?" I asked.

"It's an Xperia acro S."

"Oh, so it's waterproof right? Can I have a look?"

She passed it to me after entering her lockscreen PIN, unaware of what I had in mind. I quickly launched the Phone app when she looked away. I dialled in my number and tapped 'Call'. I hung up once my phone vibrated. Right at that moment she looked over to see what I was doing. After a few quick taps here and there, I showed her the Android Ice Cream Sandwich easter egg to throw her off my scent. The cute Nyandroids easily grabbed her attention.

"How did you do that?" she asked, excited and confused.

I smirked as my heart did a little victory dance, and I showed her how to access the easter egg. She had no idea that I got her number. Time for some fun.