Maraming customer ngayon sa shop kahit alas diyes pa ng umaga, bumuga ako ng hangin ng maalala ang tagpo namin ni Madame Lennie.
“Hija, Is that you?”
Mabilis akong napabaling sa likuran at huminto ang mata ko sa isang anyo. Isang anyong kilalang kilala ko.
Lennox.
His face was dark, his well-defined jaw moving. A beard has grown on his face, and just like before, messy hair suited him well.
Even with his dark face, his handsomeness was not diminished.
I swallowed before shifting my gaze to his mother, who called me earlier.
“Madame,” I said with a smile.
“You're here too, by the way I forgot to thank you for taking care and driving me home, Hija.”
Marahan naman akong tumango sa ginang, “Your welcome, Madame.”
Hindi ko alam ano ang susunod kong gagawin, at nakaramdam na ‘din
