We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things.

They had dinner at One Fullerton and decided to walk off some calories by taking the train home. Using the Fullerton Hotel underpass to the station, they passed a Caucasian guy who was spotting a hat with a girl.

She paused in her steps and looked back. Thought to herself, "He looks like Jason Mraz. That hat... isn't he down here for a concert this week?".

He asked her what's up.

"That guy looks like Jason Mraz".

"We can find out which hotel he's staying in and we'll know if it's him or not!" said she, excitedly.

***
This morning while applying her purple mascara, the image of the Caucasian guy suddenly crash landed on her mind.

She came to a conclusion.

He WAS Jason Mraz. Even though she has no valid reason to support their intertwined paths that night. Although she's not that big of a fan and somewhat regretted not going for his concert thanks to the good reviews she heard, she simply knows this. She feels it. But she could be wrong. What the heck. We choose to believe what we want to believe. And sometimes, we need to believe.

OMG. Jason's Mraz's 'Love for a child' just started streaming on her Jango. No significance you may say but she was streaming 80s music.

It's a sign.