CHARLIE
“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” asked Philip.
Jackie blinked. “Tonight?”
“Yes. Just us. I made a reservation.”
Excuse me?
Just us?
Reservation?
Akala mo naman walang ibang lalaki sa paligid. I was literally standing beside her. Holding a box of crayons. Smelling like sweat and pandesal. And this guy—this royal import—just casually drops a dinner invite like he’s proposing a treaty.
I didn’t even think. I just spoke.
“She can’t.”
Jackie turned to me, brows raised. “Excuse me?”
Philip looked amused. “She can’t?”
I nodded, confidently. “Yup. I invited her first.”
Jackie blinked. “You did?”
“Yes,” I said, still holding eye contact with Philip. “Better luck next time, Your Grace.”
Philip chuckled. “I see. Well, I suppose I’ll have to wait my turn.”
Jacki
