I woke up in the guest room. I felt a little bit disoriented. What time was it? I reached for my cell phone by the coffee table. When I saw the time, I stood up and cursed. It was almost 6 p.m.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked Dan after changing into my black spandex outfit.
“What is that you’re wearing?” Dan asked, eyeing me from head to foot, instead of answering my question.
“It’s called tight fitting clothes, bro. Are you ready for tonight? What time do we leave?” I bombarded him with questions to divert his attention.
It failed.
“Go upstairs and put some t-shirt on, Maya. If you know what’s good for you!” he growled. I need not be told twice and ran upstairs to put on a loose T-shirt over my tank top while cursing nonstop in Ilocano.
I was in a better mood once I went outs
