Lumipas nang mabilis ang halos isang linggo. Zed would occasionally send me personal messages. Hindi ko alam kung ano ba ang tamang maramdaman. Sa bawat reply ko, parang may pira-piraso ng puso ko na natatangay kasabay ng palitan namin ng mensahe.
Nasa office pantry ako noon, kukuha ng tasa, nang maramdaman kong nag-vibrate ang phone sa bulsa ko.
From: Mr. Zedrick
Good morning. I just had coffee. Hope you had yours too.
My chest thudded as I set down my cup. I fiddled with my phone screen and started typing.
To: Mr. Zedrick
Just had mine. Have a great day.
Ngumiti ako bago pinindot ang send.
I was about to head back to my desk when Ezra walked in. His indifference toward me was hard to miss, but I never tried to start a conversation—and he never confronted me after what happened.
