Notes from a Slow Date on a Weekend Morning

Don’t let the alarm disrupt your rhythm. Weekend dates should start with a natural wake-up. For the community café appointment at 9:30, there’s no need to get up early, put…

Don’t let the alarm disrupt your rhythm. Weekend dates should start with a natural wake-up. For the community café appointment at 9:30, there’s no need to get up early, put on makeup, or wear fancy clothes. Just wear a comfortable cotton and linen shirt and a pair of white canvas shoes will do.
He would prepare the hot latte you like in advance, with a layer of creamy foam floating on the top of the cup. Sitting on the rattan chair outdoors, he watched the sunlight passing through the willow tree leaves and casting dappled shadows on the table. They talked about the interesting lines in the TV drama they watched last night, and mentioned the new rice ball flavor in the convenience store downstairs. Even the sound of the wind brushing past his ears became lighter and more pleasant.
After finishing the coffee, we went to the nearby flower and bird market. We sat down in front of the stall filled with succulents and picked a pot of Yulu with plump leaves together. He would whisper to the owner, “Is this plant easy to take care of?” ; Passing by the glass tank selling goldfish, you watch the red little goldfish swimming with their tails waving. Pointing at the most lively one, you say, “It seems to be greeting us.” You don’t need to buy many things. Just bring a small bunch of chamomile flowers will do. The yellow small flowers sway gently, just like the current mood.
At noon, we went to the old-established noodle shop in the alley. We ordered two bowls of the signature Yangchun noodles and one golden-brown fried Xiangling roll. As the noodles swirled down our throats, the warmth spread from our stomachs to our fingertips. He would take the green vegetables from his bowl and give them to you. You would smile and give him half of the fried roll. No need for polite words; it was as if we had been living together for a long time.
After finishing the meal, he strolled home leisurely. The sun was not hot and the wind was gentle. When he reached the bottom of your building, he said, “Next week, let’s go to the park to fly kites.” You took the pot of yunlu in your hand and nodded. Looking at his retreating figure, your steps were filled with a smile.
The best date is not the one that is grand and spectacular, but rather spending an ordinary morning with the right person, turning it into a sweet and memorable time.

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