"This guitar should have a name."
Sophia looked at the thick hand that took out a snack from David’s bag. He was bent down, super focused on lining up the guitar pick on the table. Ang daming picks—thick, thin, lahat ng klase. Hindi siya sure kung paano ginagawa ‘to, pero alam niyang hindi siya pinapansin ni David.
"Are you listening?"
"What?" David shot her a sharp look.
Sofia felt like she interrupted his pick screening, and she wasn't happy about it.
The two of them were sitting under the shade of a tree, at a marble table. Both David’s gang and hers went out to buy food, so sila lang ni David ang naiwan. The club was getting busier with the Music Festival next semester.
"This guitar is mine now, so I should name it."
"Moron."
When David saw Sophia’s annoyed face, he rolled his
