*Right, so this is what happened:
Neha&Lav left the library whilst I stayed on to finish up my essay. So
this woman comes and sits beside me&asks me whether I was I looking at her
husband (like 10000 times) and told me he was looking at me (which, really, is
not my problem) and whether I want his number so I can contact him (in a
horrible attempt at sarcasm). Like, seriously woman, why would I look at your
husband? You've got I S S U E S.
Oh, the first thing she asks me is "Are you malay?", and I'm still
wondering how that's relevant. She's malay too. I've some deductions, but if
anyone decodes this, tell me k.