"If you go to Hong Kong without me, I'll go somewhere too" I threatened. I was due in Paris the next day and she was hinting about going to a meeting in one of my favorite places. By the time I boarded the plane in Singapore, she was booking her flight. A few days later, she was gloating about dim sum. I immediately plotted my response: Milan. Yes, I'm vengeful. At Sugar, I ordered based on maximum jealousy potential.
Their fruit tart mainlines sugar directly to the cranial sac. My spine straigtened and pupils dilated. A smile spread slowly across my face. It was damned good - I'd chosen well. I took a trolley straight to their front door. Milan's web of trolleys remind me of Melbourne. So does the laid back atmosphere.
The kid was bullshitting to maximum effect, paper out, reading every word and didn't have a clue. I should have been an actor or a spy.
Back on the trolley, looking for my next vengence. The trolley's are so cool. This one was older than my grandma. No heat, no soft seats.
I was holding onto this exact strap when I saw my next spot.
As I was getting off, I saw this sign. It's perfect. Is says "vengence is best served sweet"
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