Chapter 3: Chapter 3
“Mierda! Can I just skip these?! It's fucking long!” Yana exclaimed pertaining to the Philippine Constitution I made her read.
“No.” I firmly said. She’ s a third year student taking Political Science at the University of the Philippines. She hired me as her tutor since I also need extra income.
“But I already read the Australian Constitution! Mi fa male la testa!”
“You’ re here in the Philippines now and that’ s just the fundamentals of your course.” She’ s originally from Italy, but studied in Australia with the same course.
" W hat about you? You're suppose to teach me, why are you just writing there?" She's really like a child.
" I'm writing your reviewer so you won't have to read everything you need.
Shut up and read what I told you to."
I’ m six years older than her. I’ m taking law at the UP college of Law here in Diliman just the same with her.
She frowned her beautiful face. “ Non voglio.” I can’ t even understand her.
I heaved a sigh and nodded before closing her notes. It’ s also about time for my part time work at the cafe. She immediately smiled “ Grazie! Do you want me to drop you off?” she offered and I nodded. Of course.
“Sure, thanks.”
When I arrived at the cafe, there are only a few customers, so I took my time wearing my uniform at our locker room.
“Hi Celine.” Steven, my workmate greeted.
I just nodded at him and smiled before proceeding to my post.
Hi sir, welcome to Cafétearia, may I take your order now?” I sweetly asked when a customer came to the counter. Our manager taught us to be sweet and polite to everyone and it somehow helps. Especially to male customers.
The guy stared at me for a moment and blinked several times which isn't new, so I just did what I usually do.
" May I take your order now?" I repeated. It happens a lot of times, I don’ t know what’ s so special about my face. My skin is tanned, my eyes are not that big, I have the average kind of nose and my lips isn’ t that good either. Are they fooling around or what?
“Oh, uh, one double espresso and iced latte.” he smiled shyly. “ Do you want to add up desert, sir?” yup, strategies.
“What would you recommend?”
I faked a smile. “ Cinnamon crumb cake is our best seller sir, you should tryit.”
He smiled excitedly, “ I’ ll get that.” Yes jerk.
When 12 o’ clock came, I immediately pulled off my post and went back to the locker room to change. I informed my manager that my shift is done and ran out of the café to go home.
On my way home, I stopped at a convenience store to buy some noodles and canned beer so I could focus on my review later. Atty. Felasco sent an email to all of us regarding the schedules of the cases each day. And by that, of course, the undying and nerve wrecking recit every day. I can’ t attend unprepared.
When I got what I want to buy, I walked to the counter to pay but I stopped myself when the door opened and a man in his white dress shirt, folded until his elbow, and his first three button unbuttoned, I mindlessly lost my breath.
I don’ t like men, God, I hate them. But this man at my front has this dark and sharp aura that prevents me from breathing fine. He’ s taller than me, fair skin, clean cut, dark and serious eyes, pointed nose, rosy plump lips and yes, his smell. He smells mixed alcohol and mint. No wonder he looks reddish on his face down his neck- -
“If you’ re not paying, then move.” he said with a snob.
The fuck? I automatically stepped back to give him the way which I immediately regretted because duh?! why would I do that? Who does he think he is?! How could I get intimidated with this jerk?!
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