Napadilat si Luke. What? Her words were impossible.
"Claire, are you, um, that drunk?" tanong nito sa kanya.
Napataas kilay si Claire, habang parang baliw na kinakausap niya ang kanyang sarili.
Ewan ko sayo, ang hina ng pick up! Kung mag a-ano... mag a-ano na! Huwag nang mag a-anohan pa! Ang ano namang taong ito! Hays! Ewan ko sayo!
Luke frowned. They made no sense, no matter how loudly they echoed in his head.
Luke thought perhaps he staggered back beneath the weight of all that impossibility, possibly even crumpled to the floor—but of course, he did no such thing. He was frozen into place as surely as if the stones beneath him had made him a statue, staring back at her.
In horror. In confusion.
Oh ano? Tutunga-nga, ka na lang dyan? Tanong ni Claire sa sarili habang yakap yakap pa
