NAGLAKAD ito palapit sa akin, ang kamay ay nasa bulsa. He’s wearing a black polo and a pants. Himala at hindi ito naka-oversized. Bukas ang dalawang butones noon sa itaas kaya’t kita ang b****a ng dibdib nito. I stared at him watching him take his stepts. Hating gabi na. Bakit nasa labas pa siya? Ang ayos-ayos pa ng suot nitong damit.
“Galing kang trabaho?”
He nodded and stopped in front of me. “Yeah. You?”
Nagtaas ako ng dalawang kilay. I looked to his side trying to fish for an alibi. Anong sasabihin ko sakanya, na kakatapos lang naming tumugtog? He doesn’t seem to be the type of guy to stick his nose under someone else’s business, but who knows.
“Girls’ night out,” I retorted with a shrug.
“You know how to play guitar?” He repeated the question I refused to answer a few minutes ag
