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Eventually we found another place to sit because none of us wanted the conversations to end. Someone suggested ordering another drink, someone else couldn't stop thinking about dessert and before long the table was full again. We talked about everything: recent life updates, work, funny memories, future trips we would probably spend months planning and the most random topics that somehow only make sense during these girls dinners.

Between conversations I was already editing photos from earlier, Majerle's Liz was scrolling through everyone's camera roll to choose the best ones, and Irene's Liz kept laughing every time another candid photo appeared. Somehow, the night became a balance of eating, talking, laughing, taking pictures, and convincing each other that there was still room for one more dessert. By the end of the night, none of us were actually ready to leave.

We made one last stop just because the restaurant looked too beautiful to skip. We watched the chef prepare dinner right in front of us, admired every little detail of the interior, shared the last few bites from each other's plates and stayed long after we would already finished eating. Nobody was checking the time anymore.

When we finally walked out, our phones were almost out of battery, our camera rolls were filled with beautifully plated dinners, blurry candids, restaurant corners, city lights and dozens of photos we'd probably send to each other all week. It started with, "let's have dinner together" and somehow turned into an entire evening of good food, endless conversations, spontaneous walks and the kind of girls  night that always feels too short once it's over. ♥️
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Salam dari abang teknik 😼 ☕️

Siapa kangen aku angkat tangan dan kaki

Take me into your loving arms 🦕

day 1 dibolehin me time, happy yey~

Somewhere between borrowed skies and borrowed time.