I turned my gaze again to where Kuya Peejay's table is. Only Kuya Eric was there. Where has he been to?
"You are looking for him again," Yessa noticed as I look around.
"Oh, no," I clarified. "I’m looking for my older brother."
"Older brother?" she repeated. "Do you have an older brother here?"
"Yes, he teaches at the Music camp"
"The one you always have lunch with you?" she asked. " Is that the one with blue hair before but now it’s black? He’s very handsome."
I nodded.
"Is that really your older brother?" she asked again.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"Uhm, you don’t look alike," she said.
"Because he is my half-brother," I explained. "My mom is German while Kuya's Mom's family has a Chinese ancestry"
"So, your brothers by your father."
"Exactly," I responded. The lunch break ended but
