I tilted my head as I studied his features. His skin was too clear. Too perfect. He looked like he moisturized with the tears of his enemies. He was rough around the edges, yes—dangerous, but his skin? Flawless. Unfair.
“Seriously, he’s a walking red flag. No, black flag. Wag kang bumukaka sa lalaking ‘yan. I’m warning you now, Clythie.”
“Why would I even do that? I’m not into red flags, Noémie. I’d rather stay sane. Sasakit lang ulo ko. And besides, he’s part of Aamon’s circle. You know I don’t like men who live in bars, who treat alc-hol like water, and c-garettes like oxygen. Baka mamatay ako ng maaga as a secondhand sm-ker. Or worse, ma-widow ako because my future husband has chronic UTI!”
Tumawa si Noémie, trying to stifle it with her hand.
“I’m serious!” dagdag ko, nakasandal na
