Jaime blocked the way. Kaisha was on her way to her room to prepare her things, but he stood at the door, waiting.
His white sleeveless shirt was deliberately torn, just like his usual attire. Kaisha smirked at him; he couldn't muster a smile in return.
"Tuloy ka ba talaga? Pwede mo namang hintayin muna ang papeles mo bago ka umalis."
"At kailan pa 'yon? Lalo na kung kukumpletuhin pa? Mahuhuli ang iba, maaga naman ang iba. Hindi na ako makakapaghintay, Jaime."
Jaime was one of those who trained her. They saw each other often during her last year in Senior High School, but it took years before they finally talked. He was one of the best in woodwork at the small shop where she trained.
He had always been good to her. He frequently visited her house, often invited by Auntie Fatima on ran
