For once, we didn’t need a reason. No business meeting. No errands. No obligations. Just us—me, Andrè, and a shared craving to spend the whole damn day doing absolutely nothing… together.
“Let’s go to MOA,” he said while brushing his teeth, his voice slightly muffled by the toothbrush foam.
I raised an eyebrow from the bed. “MOA? With the rest of Metro Manila’s couples?”
He grinned, toothpaste and all. “Exactly. It’s time we contribute to the traffic and public display of affection statistics.”
So that’s how we ended up stuck in the usual EDSA traffic, windows down, playlist on full volume, and me wearing the biggest sunglasses I could find to hide my “Zoom trauma” bags.
The moment we stepped inside MOA, I felt like I was back in high school. Couples everywhere, matching shirts, and p
