Milla picked me up from my flat and we went to Trafford Center for some last minute party supplies, it was later decided to have a theme for it; rainbow fusion. We pursued rainbow fused cutleries, glass platters or even sun catchers from Home Sense to Debenhams and John Lewis but with minimal luck. We managed to obtain some rainbow-themed ornamented decorations from Home Sense and cutleries of assorted colors at Lakeland. But it was a stroke of luck when we entered Primark surrounded by rainbow fused items, it was like hitting the jackpot.

When we had everything we needed, we drove back home to her apartment in Didsbury, a beautifully converted three-storey building which was set during Georgian era. It was transformed into a three-bedroom townhouse with a split level living hall and beautiful modern-luxurious interior complemented its every room. The entire residential area secured with access gates only for the residents, consists of several townhouses similar to Milla's flanking in rows to form a square and a beautiful manicured garden in the middle of the square. I entered into its compound with amusement, I never knew this beauty existed in Didsbury.

"Hey, sweets," I called her as we entered her house. "I guess I didn't get to thank you."

"What on earth for?" she gave me a quizzical look while shedding her outerwear.

"I don't know," I shrugged, pulling out the scarves around my neck. "I never had fun like this with someone since I can't remember."

"You kidding? You're a wonderful person to hang out with." She replied, taking out a lip balm and applied it onto her lips and pouted. "I'm glad I took the initiative to know you. And I never thought I could find a person who is into ASMR. We can be a good traveling team together."

"We do, yeah. I confess, I was a bit skeptical when we met. You're hot, Milla. I am out of your league. Other people would agree the same. I saw the look in Jeremy's when you asked me out. You could've had anyone to be friends with but you chose me."

"I get that a lot," Milla replied calmly. "But they wanted me not for me, you know what I'm saying? If I were born or raised in a different form, would I be treated the same?"

"Well, you can't generalise everyone to be the same as what you thought they are." I drew near to her and held her both hands. "They are a few worth hanging out with."

"How about you?" she cocked her left brown. "Aren't you not one of them?"

"I am, I think," I exhaled and frowned. "But I have my own issues."

"What sort?" she asked. The sweet scent of her Jo Malone's English Pear & Freesia intensified as she pulled my hand to sit on the sofa next to her. She rested her elbow by the back of the sofa and faced me. "I'm an introvert, conversing with people can be tiresome because I need to jive into their minds and live up to their expectations. So that's why connecting with people can be so tiresome that I prefer to submerge into a world in my head and enjoy living there."

"We connected well," Milla debated.

"You are exceptional," I concurred. "I meant other people."

"People like Abs?" she asked. "I thought you two have some sort of connection."

"We are connected in a different way, but he sometimes doesn't get me. He thinks the things I fancied are either absurd, childish or weird. Like decorating my room Art Attack style or having a fictional conversation with his chair, create an imaginative plot in public places and do a role play, peeking into his fridge when the door is closed to see if the things inside are a living community sprung to life when the lights went out."

Milla laughed at my explanation. "Creative thinking is cute. He shouldn't think otherwise."

"He doesn't get that because he has a mature thinking," I defended. "And I'm not mad at it. Mature guys are gentlemen."

"Aha!" a disgusted look smeared across her face, then she got up to the kitchen. "You want anything? I've got orange fizzy."

"I'm fine, thanks." I declined.

"No, you're getting some." Milla insisted. Her annoyed tone was obvious that I followed her to the kitchen.

"Did I say something upsetting?" I braved a question.

"You are!" she snapped unconsciously. "Abs' a gentleman? Bollocks! He's putting on airs and graces makes me wanna chunder."

I looked at her, gobsmacked because I thought she's into him. She pulled her fridge open, took out a bottle of unopened Orangina and reached for a couple of drinking glasses from the drawer.

"But you two hit it off so well." I objected.

"No, darling. He's into himself, flexing like he's a football player. He was so self-absorbed to even listen to me."

"Oh, he was trying to impress you. He tried to woo you in."

"Come on, he's fake as fuck!" she said, pouring each drink into glasses. "If he really wants to impress me, he'd just come in like a normal person and be real. Ask him again what's my star sign, I bet he won't remember shit."

I held back my tongue, partially relieved that she detested him. I watched her hand me the full glass and I sipped my drinks carefully.

"I don't mean to offend you because he's your mate. But I don't like the way he addresses you either." She continued taking a big gulp of that drink. "That's no gentleman, that's a pretentious jackass. I have to deal with people like that every day and it really knackered me."

"How about Nick?" I asked suddenly while she sipped her drink. "Is he one of them?"

"What about him?"

"Does he hurt you the way other people did?" I clarified my question.

Milla leaned her back against the counter and took another sip before she answered, "Nick... he has his own issues too. He's not his actual self, though. But he doesn't pester me around like groupies, either."

"And you liked him for that?" I probed further to which she nodded hesitantly.

"I admit I do like him a lot until I don't anymore. The spark just went off between us. He was just a conquest to my accomplishment which made me realise that I became those I hated to be around with."

"What sort of accomplishment?"

She stared at me blankly and went on, "To conceal everybody about my sexuality."

"You're gay?" I raised both my eyebrows.

"I'm a bi," she admitted after finishing her drink. "Yeah, predominantly lesbian."