Rosetta’s heart was beating so fast when she faced Yuri. He was seated at a table outside the restaurant, facing the beach, under a parasol. He was eating his Filipino breakfast—composed of garlic fried rice, longganisa and sunny sideup—with coffee. Igor stood nearby while Sergei was not around. Perhaps he was resting. Adrik’s shadow was also nowhere nearby. Maybe he was still asleep because she heard from Sergei that the therapist checked out last night a nightclub some couple miles away from the resort hotel.
The breeze played her still damp long hair she let loose, and his eyes settled on her face. (Filipinos do not use a hair dryer after taking a bath or a shower and just let the sun or air dry it.)
“May I know why you wanted Sergei to pick you up at nine instead of seven?” Yuri sof
