"Ella, how are you?" Phil asked. "Four years. You’ve been gone from San Miguel that long."
"Well, I'm doing good. As you can see, I’ve grown up!" I answered with a smile.
I was walking down the road to my mom’s house when Phil pulled up beside me. He insisted on taking me to lunch. I wanted to say no, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was like that, persistent. So I gave in, just to get it over with. Besides, we used to be friends, schoolmates at SMU. And his dad held a position at Vincella Hotel. If things worked out, I might end up working with him.
"Yeah, can’t deny that. Time’s been good to you. You got even prettier. More... striking," Phil said, his eyes flicking to me again.
I hate it.
I gave him a tight smile. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I looked do
