in galleria

i was goofing around in a mall looking over a crossroad famous for big rallies when i thought about eating chocolate cake. the elevator being filled to bursting and the escalators being miles and miles away, i descended the nearby flight of stairs to the food court. the two bake shops lamented that they ran out of what i demanded but i refused to give up, short of making a scene. the more my desperation for chocolate cake grew, the hungrier i got. as i mustered enough strength to locate yet another store, i realized why the universe threw me on that very spot that very moment: there L was, queuing to pay for some mango tarts. my heart did its wild tap dance, more when L looked my way and broke into a radiant smile. i found my chocolate cake. does he remember me, the person he was once introduced to in a party two summers ago? talk about serendipity...