Thea stepped out of the revolving glass doors of Castillo Group, dala ang warm paper bag na iniabot ng café earlier. The late evening wind greeted her, cool and gentle, contrasting the heaviness na gumugulo sa dibdib niya buong araw.
She exhaled softly.
Finally, she could breathe.
Pero bago pa niya maabot ang sidewalk, she froze.
Someone was leaning casually against a familiar black Honda—arms crossed, one ankle resting over the other, parang matagal nang naghihintay. His posture screamed confidence, entitlement, and impatience.
Nathan de Leon.
Pushy presence.
Old ghost.
A face from a chapter she’d already closed.
At parang sinadya pa ng tadhana:
This was their third encounter…
all in places connected to Sebastian.
And tonight, mukhang siya mismo ang naghanap.
Nathan straighte
