NINE
“W
hy’d you quit theatre?”
Audrey seemed to appraise him when, instead of replying, she took a leisurely sip of margarita and peered at him over the rim of her glass. Aside from setting the ground rules for their little arrangement, dinner conversation had so far been limited to work anecdotes, the unrelenting rainy weather, and Metro Manila traffic. Not to say Audrey didn’t have anything substantial to say about any of those mundane topics, but Pio wanted to scratch beneath the surface.
If he were to play Audrey’s boyfriend for three months—and play it well too—he should at least make an effort to get to know her.
“Well, you know how it’s not the most lucrative industry,” Audrey replied. She set her glass on the table, away from the small notebook that held their ground rules. T
