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as you silently congratulate yourself on not being able to think up a more interesting conversation-starter, you find that it's not all that bad. he's a very good conversationalist and more than compensates for you lack of an opening. you find out that he's working at a local branch of an international bank - was it hsbc? or barclays? can't really recall, but something big along those lines. he deals with stocks and shares and all that jazz, which, when he notices is not particularly in your field of interests, covertly shies away from the topic and asks you about yourself.

you tell him that you're still studying interior design, and you're enjoying it. nothing too spectacular to say for the time being. and you continue to trade questions and answers, taking every opportunity that you can spare during your own answering to assess his physical forthcomings.

you learn a lot of the banker (as you've now aptly dubbed him in your little black book) - eldest son of four, coming from a middle-class family. big but humble aspirations for work and personal life alike. new to the city, having transferred here from his hometown down south. all in all, the makings of quite the man.

donnie, what a catch.

as you both finish your drinks, do you,

1. offer to go to the cinema.
2. think that, despite the bit of brownie you've had, you'd rather have something proper to eat.