It had been two days since the presentation. Work settled into its usual rhythm—reports, calls, quiet lunches at my desk. I tried to bury myself in the numbers, but Sofia’s sudden reappearance lingered at the edges of my thoughts.
So when Iris sent a message about a small dinner gathering—“team appreciation,” she called it—I almost didn’t go. Almost.
Nagsuot ako ng cream trouser pants na nabili ko sa tiangge, pinalamutian ng brown na belt. Pinili ko rin ang cream top at brown coat na nabili ko sa mall noong nakaipon-ipon na ako. Pinaresan ko ‘yon ng beige flat shoes. Hinayaan ko lang nakalugay ang buhok ko, saka nilagyan ng puting hairclip ang nagpupumilit kong bangs. I reached for my small handbag, sakto lang para sa cellphone at wallet.
Palabas na ako ng gate ng apartment nang makasal
