“I forgot how mesmerizing the Quezon Memorial Shrine is at night,” KC commented, eyes trained on the shrine. The colors of the national flag reflected on its facade.
“Mesmerizing.” Repeated Steve, not looking at the shrine but the woman beside him.
They were standing several meters away from the fountain, trying to avoid the crowd. Thankfully, there are fewer people tonight being a school night. The vendors normally loitering around the area seemed to have moved their business elsewhere tonight as well. He wasn’t keen on being overheard while having a very serious conversation with KC. As a result, the fountain in the middle of the plaza was turned off but that’s all right. The monumental mausoleum was enough of an attraction.
She turned her head towards him and smiled as she met his
