“Did you fight with your girlfriend again, Oliver?” I asked him as I watched him pouring some wine on my glass.
May s-in-et up siyang table na may takip na pulang tela sa tabi ng counter sa kitchen island. There were two lit candles on a candle holder and a centerpiece. Aside sa bote ng wine at dalawang wine glass, may tatlong dish sa lamesa na hindi ako masiyadong pamilyar.
Bahagya namang natigilan si Oliver at tumitig sa akin. This kind of deep stare from him used to send shivers down my spine. Ngunit hindi ko na alam ano ang nangyayari.
“Am I only allowed to see you when we’re fighting?” nakataas ang isang kilay niyang tanong.
I shook my head. “You only see me when the two of you are fighting.”
He stared at me for a while then heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry.”
My right brow rose with hi
