We changed our conversation from my sappy tale to her fascinating life. Milla is a freelance tour leader covering mostly Europe and a portion of South American continents. She mostly escorted high-profile clientele or hosted upper class parties for them. She admitted that she is not fond of taking celebrities into her database because most of them are pain in the ass. She limits them to mainly business people, diplomats and officials. But she recalled an event where she hung out at Monte-Carlo Rolex Masters 2014 after-party with celebs including Rafael Nadal and Chrissy Teigen and the stories left my jaws dropped.

"So where will you be heading to next?" I asked, propping my head up on an elbow like an eager child.

"Ah, I need a breather from all this," she threw her head up, looking up at the off-white cylinder lamp suspended above us. "I need a short trip for myself and not to chaperon anyone. There is one place I am curious to explore, though."

"Where is that?" I asked again, eyeing at our meal being placed on to the table. Milla followed my gaze.

"Cheers." She nodded at the waiter before he left and turned to me. "How familiar are you with ASMR?

Oh my God! My heart leaped when she said this. I am an ASMR addict and I just found my match I've never thought I would! Abs find me beyond creepy when I talk about it. Did she just join this cult?

"You're talking to the right person," I said, poised. "I enjoyed ASMR even before the term was invested."

Milla squinted her eyes and held her laughter which made my stomach churn with embarrassment. Tint of redness creeped into the apples of my cheeks but I laughed with her anyway.

"I'm so sorry," she coughed and placed her palms against her chest. "Don't get me wrong. But the sparkle in your eyes just melts me. Didn't anyone tell you, how cute you are?"

"Nah, I wasn't really much of a charmer," I denied, running my fingers through my hair and tucking them behind my ear.

"Oh, we should go to Tingle Tales," she said excitedly, picking up her cutlery and gesturing at my food. "Please, before it gets cold."

I picked my fork and took a small bite of the fish. The sweet buttery scent overcomes the piscine odor of the flesh, allowing me to concentrate its succulent taste. Usually, I'm not fond of rubbing lemons on my food but its fried skin with slight crisp to the side was appetising that I didn't pay much attention to the tinge of promised lemon and let this one slide. Then I moved my cutlery, slicing the potatoes and asparagus into small pieces.

"So, Tingle Tales?" I repeated. "Is this some sort of a medieval hideout of head orgasm?"

"Hypothetically, it is." she responded. "And you got that right. It's a spa for ASMR."

Soft prickling sensation just literally creeping at the back of my neck. "Really? I heard such a concept but never expected they actually executed it."

"It is new, yeah," she agreed. "But I heard a lot of people are into it. Do you want to venture this with me in Scotland?"

"Whut? Scotland?" my jaw dropped. "I can't go that far."

"Why not? We'll stay a couple of days there. Have you been there?"

"Glasgow and Falkirk when I was eight. Can't remember that much." I said. "But I've got assignments and my shifts are packed."

"A couple of days during Spring break won't hurt," Milla tempted. "It'll be fun. Imagine experiencing something you love in real-time."

"Let me check my schedule," I winked, trying to stall.

"Brill!" she grinned and resumed her food. "How's your fish? Are they good?"

"They're scrumptious to be honest." I smiled back.