The ride to the resto was… awkward. Pablo looked like a poster boy ng mga wine commercial. Very handsome. Very mature. I, on the other hand, looked like a confused intern in a gala night.
He looked at me. “You’re quiet.”
I smiled nervously. “I don’t know what to say.”
He chuckled. Ang crisp ng tawa niya. Parang airfryer. “What are you up to lately?” he asked. “Haven’t heard from you this week.”
“Midterms,” I replied. “Akala ko sinabi ko na ‘yun?”
He nodded. “How was it?”
“Okay naman,” I said with the enthusiasm of a soggy fry.
Weird. I didn’t want to bore him with law school talk, but wala akong ibang alam these days. Literal na memes lang ang non-academic knowledge ko, mostly forwarded by Captain Overprotective a.k.a. Andrè.
Finally, we were seated. I immediately pulled out my pho
