That night, we didn’t go home right away.
Instead, we stayed longer sa baywalk, watching the city lights slowly flicker to life habang unti-unti nang natatabunan ng dilim ang horizon. The breeze had turned cooler, carrying with it the faint scent of grilled street food and salt from the sea. I could feel the weight of the key sa bulsa ng jacket ko, reminding me that something had just shifted—something real, something permanent.
Andrè reached over and laced his fingers with mine.
“Hindi ka ba malamigan?” tanong niya, tilting his head to look at me.
“Medyo,” I admitted. “Pero okay lang. Masarap ‘yung hangin.”
He unzipped his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders without saying anything. I just stared at him, this familiar stranger who used to leave without warning, now offering pie
