Tonight, I vowed to be alone. I vowed to be happy. I didn't want to delude myself with a bright, magical start to the new year. Just shut everything out. It should be easy as cake.

 The guy next to me didn't appear to have any trouble embracing his solitute. If a charming, sweet-looking man like that could be alone on new year's eve, so could I. Look at his bowler hat and cartoon shoes. He must be enjoying life.

Now stop staring at the man and look at the pan. Wait no, an ancient Egyptian saucer used for serving delicacies to the royal family.


"Happy new year,"

I peered at the saucer in the glass case harder, praying to God that I did not just hear it mumble. Reflected in the glass case was the guy in the bowler hat, staring at the exact artefact beside me. Only, though his eyes were concentrated on the pan, they seemed to drift away towards something prettier.


"Well aren't you going to wish me back?"
His green eyes were fixed on me now. As if I was some egyptian plate with turqoise and golden intricate designs weaved on the rim of my eyes. I couldn't help but stare back. I've never stared at someone for so long ever since, well five minutes ago. When I was watching him carelessly eyeing a carved wooden dove as if he was thinking about buying it for his mother's birthday.

"You know what they say, you either wish a person happy new year, or you kiss him. Or her."
"I've never heard of that."
"So you do speak English. I was about to switch to a Spanish dialect for you."

His green eyes were lighter now. More playful. Why is he bothering me anyway? Shouldn't he find the Indonesian exhibit more fascinating than someone who called a saucer a pan?
 "So what's it going to be? A greeting or a kiss?"
"Happy new year."

It was the lowest sound I had ever heard but it sounded like a chuckle deep in the back of his throat. It gave me goosebumps.


"I like your dress."
"I like your hat."
"What are you doing in the museum on new year's?"
"I wanted to be alone, and avoid conversation."
"Maybe you should have tried the library. Can I buy you a drink?"
"Only if,"
"If?"
"Please let me wear your hat."
"Why?"
"I want to wear something that makes me look like I'm happy, that I couldn't care less about the world. That I like the colour pink and believe in magic. That I giggle when someone touches my neck and prefer silver to gold. I want to look like I have really beautiful eyes and thin ankles."
"You do have beautiful eyes and thin ankles are only for those who only want to wear pretty shoes but are too afraid and weak to walk the world with their bare feet."

He took off his hat and placed it gently on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and straightened it across my shoulders. He took my hand and took me outside where merry cheers filled the dark night.

It's going to be a good year. I could feel it when I wore his hat.

My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

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