Napatigil sa pagsipsip ng kanyang frappé si Carmela at napatitig sa akin.
He chuckled. “Wow, that was fast. Kilalang-kilala mo pa rin ako, ah, Miss Fortalejo.”
“Of course. We knew each other back then, right?”
He cleared his throat that made my smile widen. “Are you busy?”
“Kind of. I’m with a friend right now and—“
“Sinong friend?” His voice turned sour.
“Why do you care, Mr. Villaraza?”
Marahas siyang bumuntong-hininga.
“Do you need anything?” I asked with disinterest when he fell silent for seconds.
“Come to my house.”
Natigilan ako at napatitig kay Carmela. “Why do you want me to come to your house?”
Nasamid si Carmela sa narinig. Uubo-ubo siyang kumuha ng tisyu sa kanyang purse.
“You want the interview, right? I’m free today.”
I bit my lower lip. “But it’s Sunday . . .”
