Vivid memories of a girl,
Wearing a red dress,
Groving to the beat of conga.
You spared one glance,
For once, she captured your attention.
For once, you noticed her.
Amidst the busy night,
She approached you,
And asked for a photo with you.
The next day at the canteen,
You saw her again,
Sitting in the spot you’ve taken.
She stared while you eat,
Looked away and let out a smile,
Like being hungry is funny.
Your gaze locked,
Something clicked,
And you both burst into laughters.
You started talking to her,
She is “Gloria Estefan”,
That’s what you remembered.
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