Six: We meet again
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An hour had passed but Andrei was still seated beside me. He gawk at me, or maybe I'm too intoxicated to judge accurately, "Hey..." a smile was playing on his mouth, "What's so funny?"
"Everything," I continued to laugh, tapping the counter in my very unladylike posture.
Yeah, what's so funny?
Everything.
My life.
I'm screwed in whichever way possible.
"Enlighten me, please," he emphasized the last word. I look up to him, his eyes were waiting. Why is he so nosy? "So?" he pressed.
I cleared my throat, "I've met this guy and he’s being annoying. He kept on bugging me though I said I don’t want his company.”
He put his hand on his chest, feigning hurt, “Shots fired,” he said with a genuine smile. “Come on, I can be your one night friend. You seem sad.”
No s**t, Sherlock.
I pressed my fingers on my forehead. Maybe doing this will help me explain myself, not just for Andrei, but also for myself, “I don’t know why I’m here. I mean, here in Manila. I don’t belong here. This isn’t my home.”
His face was serious, looking at me intently so I continued.
“But I had to, because my dad… he’s…” my words turned into sobs. Next thing I knew he was running his hand up and down my back.
“I don’t know anymore. I just want to go back to New York.”
The night was still young. I cried silently while Andrei was seated beside me. I’m thankful that he’s unlike any other guy. He shows interest but definitely not taking advantage of my current state.
I drank more until I my words turned into slurs. “I need to… restroom… where?”
As soon as I was on my feet, Andrei held me on both arms for support. “This way,” he said as he directed me which way to go.
The hallway was in zigzag. My body hit against the wall whenever Andrei lets me go as I instructed him. I drag my feet to reach the washroom, but I was greeted by a familiar voice.
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