DR. Montejo and I went to the hospital cafeteria where he got two cups of coffee from the vending machine. I offered to pay for mine but he shrugged it off and said that the next coffee is on me. I agreed. It’s ten pesos per cup. I can handle it.
There weren’t a lot of people in the cafeteria since it’s late at night so we agreed to sit around a table. I’m tired since it’s almost time for me to sleep anyway. Dr. Montejo is different from the other doctors I’ve encountered before. There were friendly doctors, but he’s the only one to ever invite me to have coffee.
Dr. Montejo: “So, Valerie, what do you do?”
Valerie: “Oh, I just started working at a BPO company. I’m actually on my second week of training.”
Dr. Montejo: “Really? How old are you?”
Valerie: “I’m 19. I used to work at a fas
