CRISTINE
Nang makalabas kami ng coffee shop, isang lalaki ang biglang humarang sa dinaraanan namin. "There you are, Dave." The new guy was gorgeous, just like how gorgeous is the one who was still holding my hand.
"What?" he snapped to the new guy.
"Anong what? Huwag mo kong ma-what-what ngayon. Pagkatapos mong humingi ng pabor na tulungan kitang malaman ang buong pangalan nung babaeng gusto mo, susupladuhan mo ko ngayon? You don't do that to me."
"Kent," tawag niya sa kaharap namin.
"What? Hihingi ka na naman ng pabor na address naman nung babae ang ipapahanap mo? No way!"
"Kent." Mas may diin na ang pagtawag niya rito.
"Don't tell me pati pamilya nung babae ay gusto mong malaman?"
"Kent Santillan." I could sense na mas lalong naging mapanganib ang boses
