Post Semi Break Up

The Habit invited me for dinner last Thursday. He fetched me from work. Being stubborn I never held his hand going to Greenbelt. While riding an escalator, I held on to the escalator rails. He doesn’t like it because he knows how dirty the rails are.

P: Don’t hold the rails. They are dirty.

E: You know how scared I am with escalators. I need something to hold on to.

P: You always have me.

Then The Habit smiled flirtatiously.