The ride to Cindy’s place was mostly silent. She tried to start a conversation, but I must not be in the mood for a chitchat dahil sandali lang ang itinatagal niyon. At twenty-six, she wasn’t living with her parents anymore. I drove her to her own house and when I opened the door for her, tinanong niya ako kung gusto ko bang pumasok sa bahay niya.
I instantly answered no. Ngumiti lang siya at pumasok na sa loob ng bahay. I was about to get back in the car when she called my name.
““Do you think I can see you again next time?””
I resisted the urge to smile. It should be me asking that. I wanted to say sorry for forgetting my manners throughout the evening. I was too consumed thinking about Vicki, that I forgot I am with a different woman.
““Shall I pick you up for dinner next week?”“
