Two years ago, I met a charming boy at Southfield station.
Since he smiled at me, I smiled back at him, offering him a sweet candy.

Surprisingly enough, he ran away, leaving me behind.
He didn't even asked me anything about the candy.
The flavour, the colour, the shape......

A peanut flavour shell with a kracknel centre. Notoriously nice, wassn't it!

He then had a word with a middle-aged woman.
I was quite sure that it had nothing to do with the candy at all.

It may be ..........
He might not be interested in candy, possibly...
The woman might already offered him a sweeter candy, probably...
He had been warned not to be friendly to Asian man, possibly...
Or perhaps, he was not serious, he just wanted to play "a game" with me.

How about if he desperately wanted the candy !?!

A train to Upminster was approaching,
I jumped on the train, with the candy still on my hand.
Waiting for another boy whom I know will like it.