Kinabukasan, maagang dumating si Thisa sa opisina. Her head was slightly bowed as she walked, a cup of coffee in one hand and sketchpads in the other. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the design floor was already alive with movement, pattern makers, stylists, fabric cutters, all busy, all focused.
Ito ang isa sa mga dahilan bakit maaga rin siya pumapasok sa trabaho, iyong nakikita niyang dedikado ang mga kasama niya sa kani-kanilang ginagawa.
She forced herself to concentrate on work. Not on Rozen’s eyes from last night. Not on his voice, low but firm, echoing in her mind and keeping her awake all night. Ilang oras lang ang tinulog niya, hindi dahil sa trabaho kundi sa kakaisip sa mga binitawang salita ni Rozen na siyang paulit-ulit na tumatakbo sa isip niya.
“I’m not done fighting f
