Wontons, deviled quail eggs, oysters, and lastly, crudités.
Nilabas ko ang phone ko at kinunan ito ng litrato. Nahagip din ng mata ko si Chandler, at kinuhanan din niya agad ng litrato ang mga pagkain.
He looked up at me, which startled me. I smiled at him right away and quickly returned my focus to the phone.
I thought of posting it on my Instagram story and captioning it hors d'oeuvres.
Dahil nauna silang lahat ng talaba, nag-alangan akong kainin ang potato napoleon, kaya sinubukan ko munang kainin ang talaba.
"What's the lasa, ate?" With a questioning look in his eyes, my brother expressed his desire not to try it.
I felt like throwing up when I tasted it, but I immediately swallowed it. "I don't like the l-lasa," I smiled at him.
Narinig ko ang tawa ni Chandler at agad na napatingin sa kanya na nagtataka. Nang magtama ang mga mata namin, tinaasan niya ako ng kilay.
Fucking rude?!
We lost each other's stares as Yael gave me the dish of potato napoleon.
I said, "Thank you." He smiled broadly at me. Agad ko namang tinikman ito.
I was enjoying the flavor so much that I was unaware that I had finished it all.
"Here," I said, looking at Chandler's hand as he offered me to take the tray of potato napoleon he was holding.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Take it," He said, smiling slightly.
Unti-unti ko naman itong tinanggap at ngumiti sa kanya. "Salamat," Sagot ko.
I tried every appetizer, but my favorites were a few that I really liked, like the potato napoleon. The others have flavors that are greasy, bitter, salty, sweet, and slightly spicy. The oyster was the only item I truly disliked. I'm not sure why; perhaps the flavor.
I was asked, "So Hazel, when you grow up, what career do you want, or will you take?" with a surprised smile as we waited for the main course.
Dahan-dahang iniling ni Chandler ang kanyang ulo, tila naghihintay sa isasagot ko.
Kingina? Paano niya nalaman pangalan ko?
I looked at him carefully before answering his question. Nakatuon silang lahat sa akin at naghihintay ng sagot.
"Forensic Science." I answered.
He nodded. "Interesting," Chandler said.
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La Fleur Maudite
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