Kaisha stood at the edge of the table, her professional demeanor intact as the group of men continued their lively conversation. Among them, Zephan Alcantara—her future boss—watched her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Ms. Granel?" Zephan called out, his brow raised.
Kaisha froze for a moment before regaining her composure. "Mr. Alcantara?" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
He leaned back in his seat, clearly astonished. "You're in Manila? Working here? How long has it been?"
She placed her order form down and forced a small smile. "Manager po kasi ang Tita ko rito..." Her gaze darted toward his companions, who, surprisingly, didn't tease or question their acquaintance.
Her cheeks burned as she became hyper-aware of her uniform—a sailor-inspired outfit that was mor
