SEVEN
Erin smiled upon seeing Ramon sitting on the steps of the theatre building again Monday morning, making notes on a piece of paper with a pencil. Before coming here, she stopped by the nearby 7-11 and bought coffee and bola-bola siopao for both of them.
“Hi.”
He squinted when he looked up. “Hey. Good morning.”
“Breakfast?” She shook the coffee carrier and the brown paper bag she carried.
Smiling, Ramon put his stuff away and took the coffee carrier off her hands. “Sweet. Thanks, Erin.” He put one cup on the space between his feet and held the other one for her while she settled in on a spot beside him. “How are you?”
She shrugged. “Good.”
“Did you tell your brother about what happened?”
“Yeah. I asked him to shut up about it, though. I don’t want mom and dad to know…”
“What d
