Sweet

One fine day, while I was heading to Northpoint from the bus interchange, a dude approached me. Even though I was clearly avoiding potential promoters by listening to music from my headphones. He came up to me and introduced himself. He was scouting people. People who are willing to go for commercials/advertisements. In other words, talents. 

ME?!

Why me?

Do you need an eye check-up?

However, it's not decided yet, I'm just another option. Hehehehe. False alarm, guys. Calm down. 

Here's a macaroon to soothe your hurt feelings: