The rain had been falling nonstop since morning. Hindi lang ambon—yung tuloy-tuloy na ulan na parang hindi na uuwi ang araw. Gray skies. Foggy windows. The kind of weather that made you want to stay under the covers, cancel all your plans, and just breathe.
Which is exactly what we did.
“Hindi ko alam kung inaantok pa ko o gutom,” I muttered while curled up on the couch, wearing one of Andrè’s oversized shirts, legs tucked under a throw blanket. “Or maybe both.”
Andrè walked in from the kitchen, holding a mug of hot chocolate for me and a bowl of Lucky Me pancit canton for himself. He wore sweatpants and no shirt, hair still damp from his recent shower.
“You’re always both,” he teased, handing me the mug. “Pero at least predictable ka.”
I took a sip. “And you? What are you today? Anto
