Lucianda Solero
I WENT OUT of the room fresh from the shower when I saw Alejandro checking my kitchen, technically hindi lang nagche-check ng kusina kundi gumagawa ng kape at may kung anong niluluto pa roon.
“Why are you touching my things?” pagsusungit ko.
“I like your coffee maker, sinubukan ko lang.” He smiled at me and went to the island counter to put the coffee he made with a whipped cream on the top.
“What is this? An espresso?”
“With cream on the top, you like sweets.” Gumuhit ang mapaglarong ngisi sa labi niya. Umupo ako sa stool bar chair at pinagkrus ang dalawang braso na nasa ibabaw ng counter at humilig doon.
“I thought you would take a nap so you can sober up and go home?” taka ko siyang tinignan.
“I can’t sleep.” He wiped his hands and glanced at me. “Saan ka ga
