Kennedy’s POV:
"What are you doing here, Yvan?" I asked.
I signaled the couple to not wait for me so they can go ahead. The surrounding is silent because we are far from the hotel and restaurant. The only thing we can hear is the sounds of the waves.
He chuckled because of my question. He stroked the back of his head. It’s kinda wet. He’s wearing a Hawaiian polo that the buttons were open down to his chiseled chest. His golden chain necklace reflected from light from afar.
“Can’t I travel here?” He asked me back.
I gritted my teeth and creased my forehead.
“Are you following me?” I fired back.
D*mn. The world is too big just to see him here in the Philippines!
“You’re so full of yourself, Mr. Arizona.” He chuckled. “Let’s just say that the 0.1% probability to see you here was
