“Mura’g naay lahi nimo, Manang Tequila (There’s something different about you),” Angelie observed, handing her the cocktail she ordered.
Tequila visited Angelie’s workplace—the Exotic Sunny Resort. They were near the beach. She was chilling on one of the chaise lounges, lying on it, while her cousin stood next to her with arms crossed under her breasts. They were both watching the sun setting down in the west. The western sky glowed red, yellow and orange, with the horizontal lines of cottony clouds appearing dirty white and looking magnificent. The water was calm, hence the lazy slapping of the waves on the shore.
Angelie squinted her eyes at her.
“What do you mean?” Quila inquired nonchalantly.
“You look… I don’t know… blooming?”
“Really?” She laughed. She thought it was kind of fun
