AS THE CITY lights shimmered beyond the hotel windows, another quiet evening slipped by, and Lucien and Neriah both dropped themselves on the long sofa.
“Nakakapagod…” mahinang sabi ni Neriah.
Tumawa nang mahina si Lucien. “Paanong hindi ka mapapagod? Maghapon kang kuha nang kuha ng mga larawan. Pati mga puno hindi mo pinatawad.”
Neriah laughed heartily. She curled up on the sofa with her legs tucked beneath her, while Lucien sat beside her, one arm resting comfortably along the backrest.
Neriah tilted her head toward him.
“Alam mo…” panimula ni Neriah. “We know how we feel about each other.”
Ngumiti si Lucien. “Yeah. We do.”
“But we’re still calling ourselves friends.”
“We’re taking our time,” sabi ni Lucien at hinalikan ang gilid ng nuo ni Neriah.
“Friends.”
Tumango si Lucie
