Franco Turalde
I HAVE BEEN EYEING this woman who is roaming around on each table. Parang karamihan nang narito ay kilala niya at kilala siya. She is with her friends when she stopped on our table. Alejandro is too drunk to noticed the girl.
“We have class tomorrow, let’s go home Franco. I can’t be late on my first subject, ibabagsak na ako ng prof ko,” kanina pang reklamo ni Alejandro sa akin ngunit agad ring nawala ang atensyon sa akin sa babaeng umupo sa tabi niya.
I smirked and shook my head.
“Hi!” the woman approached on her black tube and fitted skirt. Her exposed neckline and legs are showing how her skin is soft and white.
“Hi,” paos kong sagot at umusog sa kinauupuan.
She automatically sit beside me.
“I am Miranda Soliman, a fan of yours. I know you, you’re Franco Turalde. I
