LATER that night the same day, Lana's coworkers agreed to go to a bar.
At first, she didn't want to go. Whether she admits it or not, all day long she has been thinking about what Andrew said earlier that they will meet again.
And even if she didn't speak, she couldn't deny to herself that she was looking forward to the next things that might happen between her and the young man.
At the thought, Lana's face quickly blushed.
“The next day we will be returning to Manila. Don't be a killjoy, you are the youngest in our group but you are the most 'aunty' when it comes to behavior,” Rodora preached to her as they left the conference hall.
Lana sighed. "I'm just tired, Rodge," she reasoned yet somehow it was true.
“Of course, we'll just be there for a while. We can't stay long because the
