Nar's POV...
I turn my vision from my phone to see a petite girl standing in front of me. Ok, she's actually not that small that I called her petite, but I guess it's our height gap which is quite noticable. Again, I almost forgot that she exist. At least that's what I've been telling myself since I'm trying to act all cool and careless today. Could it be that she felt my sudden careless act which kind of broke her little heart? Ok, that was a bit dramatic. But hey, I am dramatic. But thinking again, I realized that there's something different about her today. Maybe it's because she let down her hair today, when I am already familiar with her messy ponytail. Whatever about that, I gonna continue to play it cool. Besides, she could be the one behind the weird message from the anonymous girl. There's no way I'm gonna show her any signs that I was all shock, confuse, yet also kind of happy inside knowing that I got a secret admirer in this city, or should I say, in this apartment.
"Good, and you?" I answer and ask in a what-could-seem-like careless manner.
"I'm good," she answers. "So, how was your trip in Da Nang?"
"It's fine," I say. "I'll probably be going there again next week."
"Oh, I see," she says. "By the way, so how is it with the mystery sender?"
Her question quickly made my heart skipped a beat when the flashbacks of the message came crossing in my mind.  Man, I couldn't help but feel a weird feeling suddenly popping inside as I struggle to hold back the smile that's about to form on my thin lips. The thought of that message actually made me a weird feeling in a particular way.
"We haven't contact after," I say. "There's no new updates at the moment."
"Oh, I see," she says, her lips slowly forming a small yet shy smile. Yet, at the same time, it almost looks like she's trying to hold her laughter. Hold on...that's a pretty suspicious act. Could she be laughting because she was the one who sent it?
"She must have really liked you that she wrote you a pretty long paragraph," she adds, with her lips now forming a slightly bigger smile. Ok, she's starting to look more suspicious. Yet, it's kind of weird that seeing her smile just now, somehow made my lips form a smile itself, releasing what I've been trying to hold back.
"Yeah, that's kind of creepy though," I say. Again I'm trying to sound careless and chill, even though I'm actually feeling pretty awkward right now that we are both awkwardly smiling at each other.
"Who knows? Maybe it was you, or maybe your sister," I say to her with a chill tone, trying to make it look as if I am not awkward about it.
"Well, it wasn't me," she says, with her lips still holding back a shy smile. Again, there is something about her smile that surely looks suspicious.
"I don't know about my sister but maybe I could try to find out," she adds.
"Well, sure," I say. Speaking of her sister, I realized that the young girl had been throwing some bombastic side eyes at me for some times. Ok, it was kind of both surprising and annoying at the same time, but I assume maybe she was also sick of me trying to act all cool as if I'm the main character of some Korean drama or something at some points. Haha, what can I say? I have a side in me that loves acting careless as if I have no emotions or even feelings. That's kind of a secret mask of mine.
"Well, who knows? Maybe she actually likes you," she says before bursting out a small laughter.
"No way, it couldn't be," I say with my lips forming a bigger smile. But thinking about her statement just now, I want to take that as a joke since there is no way that her little feisty sister could have a crush on me when she's been throwing me some rude stares these days. 
"Hahaha, ok then. Anyway, I'm gonna continue my workout. See you," she says.
"Yeah sure. See you," I say as I watch her walk away from my sight and heading over to the dumbells section. Looking at her small figure slowly getting further from my sight, my vision stare at her back for a moment before turning my focus back on my phone. I still got some messages regarding business matters to reply before I finish my workout after this.
A few days later...
10:30 AM...
Linh's POV...
It's been five days since I approached Nar at the gym to ask him about the myserious sender. I still couldn't help but laugh everytime I remember that time when he looked all awkward. Minh still doesn't have any plans to tell him that it was her, though I thought he must have already believe that it's either me or Minh's crazy doing. Yet, it's quite odd thag I see Minh doesn't talk about him as much as usual. In fact, now everytime she talks about him is in a negative way. Yet, everytime I try to ask her if something happened between them, she would just push the topic away. Weird. 
But other than that, 2 days ago I decided to text Xiaoyang after realizing his absense during last weekend at the gym. He told me that he went out of town with some of his colleagues last Saturday, before returning to Ho Chi Minh on Sunday evening. I have to admit, not seeing him last weekend made me sort of miss him. Man, you only saw him a few times at the gym, only went out with him once, and now you already miss him as if the two of you are already dating? Wake up, Linh. You're being too much right now.
A few hours later...
3:15 PM...
I continue to edit some videos in my room. Glad to say that one of my new videos actually performed well yesterday. Suddenly, I hear the sound of the door slam open, revealing Minh who is standing in front of the door and quickly getting my attention.
"Get yourself ready cause mom's gonna go out for dinner and drink tonight," Minh states.
"What? Tonight? Man, that was so sudden," I say. I wouldn't say that I'm surrpise to know that my mom suddenly wants to go out when she would usually enjoy staying at home. My mom has a habit of planning things during last minutes since her mood changes faster than a kid who plans to have dessert before dinner.
"Whatever, just get yourself ready," Minh states.
"Ok, I just need to finish my edits first," I say as I watch Minh walk away from my sight. Thinking about tonight, it's been a few months since the last time my mom decided to go out to drink. I remember she told me that she have a thing for red wine when she was younger. She even said that it was heavenly getaway, and I assumed that has a thing with her dealing with her parents divorce back then (yes, my grand-parents are also divorced). Yet, things completely change after she got too busy dealing with her toxic marriage to my father. There was no more getaway drink since everyday was filled with constant arguments which kept me and my siblings crazy. Sometimes, we are even afraid that we could break some bones during their brutal argument.
With a background of my grand-parents and parents failed marriage, I realized that marriage is definitely not a simple task that could be resolve with only love itself. In fact, in many cases, some marriages are not even based on love. By that, despite knowing that I still have a heart to love, there is still a deep fear inside of me of the dynamics of a relationship.
To be continue...