Alfie and Crisanto talk.
They talk about what happened all those years ago. They talk till it was a bit passed past six when Crisanto stands and says.
“It’s getting late.”
Alfie checks his watch and nods. “You should be on your way home.”
“Yeah. I need to pick up dinner too.” Crisanto says, he stared at the flower he had been holding and gives it to Alfie who takes it with a shaky hand and a light blush on his cheeks. “I actually got this for you on my way here but I needed to hold onto something as we talked.”
Alfie smiled at him and touched the flower. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Fie.” Crisanto says with a small smile. He stared at Alfie, taking in the curls, the brown eyes and the smile on his lips. His still looked as beautiful as ever, his boy still had that air of grace aro
