Andrè must’ve realized, too, what he just said. I wasn’t sure if he was about to explain bakit niya ako tinawag na sexy of all words, but right on cue—ding!—the elevator opened, and any possible explanation was flushed down the metaphorical toilet because we weren’t alone in the elevator.
Pagdating namin sa club, it was already 11PM. As in, alas-onse. Ang tagal ko palang nag-ayos?! Hindi ko napansin kasi hindi man lang ako kinatok ni Andrè. Ni hindi niya ako tinanong kung kinain na ba ako ng alien o sumanib na sa’kin ang multo ni beauty vlogger na na-possess ng lahat ng concealer sa mundo. Kaloka.
"Nasan daw sila?" I asked, pero literal na tinangay ng hangin ang tanong ko dahil sobrang ingay sa club. May feeling akong magkaka-ear damage ako bago pa man ako malasing!
"What?!" Andrè shout
