-Anne's POV-
"Hello?"
"Oh Maple, napatawag ka. What's up?" Finally! He picked up.
"About the d-"
"C'mon. Don't be shy to call it a date."
"Can I bring someone along? For the record, I am not shy." Eh sa hindi naman talaga! To begin with, it's not really a date. Okay fine, it's a date but a friendly one!
"Defensive masyado. Sayang naman. Wala tayong privacy." Oh my gosh, anong pinagsasabi netong lalakeng 'to na privacy! Eh sa restaurant nga kami pupunta talagang walang privacy kasi maraming tao na kakain dun. Duh at para saan ang privacy? Nababaliw na po akoooooo. "Sino ba?"
"Privacy ka jan! Si Syuichi. Ano? Pwede ba?"
"Sure. I'll talk to him about the soccer thingy too."
"Saying 'thingy' is making you sound gay. Anyway, just text him the deets."
"Sexist."
"I AM N-" He cut me off and said,
"Got it. Pick you up by 7."
"No need. Sabay na kami ni Syuichi, he has his car naman eh. Okay?"
"Sige pala. See you!"
"Bye." then he hung up and Syuichi suddenly interrupted.
"Ang cold nun ah. Wow, someone's making progress."
"Ng alin?"
"Where's the kitchen?" Nice. He totally ignored my question. What's up with this guy?
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Journey Of The Red String
Teen Fiction"A meeting between two people is never meaningless." The Red String of Fate is said to be an invisible red thread tied by the gods around men and women who were meant to be soul mates and in time, would marry one another. The two people connected...
