Invitations To Say Yes

Today was a decent day.

I went out with my university friend, Hanan. She was the one who initiated the plan.

She messaged me, "Are you free today?" — she wanted to bring me along to someone's open house. I said no.

Then she tried again: "Do you want to eat out together after work?"

I said yes.

After work at 5 P.M., we met up and went to a shopping mall. We ate sushi together and spent some time browsing a bookstore, just window-shopping and chatting.

It was simple, but it felt nice. I’m glad I said yes.

Currently, my friend is filming a TikTok live at my house, in the living room. It is apparently about distractions.

She egged me to join in, saying that it is an informal live session. I'm too scared to agree.

She just went ahead and called my name, asking for an answer to a question: "What is a top performer in our language?" — she caught me off-guard. I just said, "a high achiever" in our language.

I'm glad I didn't mess up her live.

Thank you for a good day, my friends.



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