DAVID’S POV
Two days after the gala, I found myself staring at my phone for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes.
Hindi ko alam kung anong mas nakakahiya yung paulit-ulit kong pagtingin kung nag-reply na siya, o ‘yung pag-rehearse ko ng sasabihin kapag sinagot niya ng “Sure.”
I was acting like a damn high school boy asking his crush to hang out. Tangina, Yao. Get it together.
"Are you free tonight?
Wala akong dinner date, baka gusto mo magluto tayo sa penthouse.
O magluto ka. Ako kakain lang.
Bago pa ako makaisip ng mas korning follow-up, dumating ang reply niya
Kung ako pa magluluto, dapat ako rin kakain sayo.
Damn, that woman will be the death of me.
Deal.
Later that night...
I opened the door the second she rang the bell. Standing there, in a plain white shirt tucked in
