ELI was looking at the mirror. One hand was holding a comb while his other hand had some coconut oil. He used it to style a one-sided part for his hair. It was shiny and he tried his best to capture every strand that went out of place. After careful checking and generous application of coconut oil, his hair finally fell flat and shiny.
“Now, that looked better. Let’s see if Danah would be able to resist my charm.” He said to himself while fixing his barong Tagalog. A transparent cloth made of pineapple fiber and weaved manually. It had intricate embroidery on both sides with the middle having buttons. Underneath he wore a camisa chino to cover his chest and stomach.
“Señor Eli, the dinner will start in 15 minutes. You should go now.” An omega reminded him. It was practically a routine
