Short modern Quezmeรฑa
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The office's large digital clock has barely turned 12:00:00 when Serging feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turns his head away from the screen and arches back, feeling slight relief. He sees Joven with his phone out and an amused look on his face.
end for a moment. "Sige, libre daw ako ni Papa kumain. I'll see you at class mamaya, okay?"
"Okay. Miss you."
He cuts the call before Manuel can reply. He's embarassed himself enough already.
Serging returns to their table and he knows Rusca and Joven are dying to ask
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Serging drowns out the rest. He knows he should be listening but he can't help the fondness in his chest. It's this warm, wonderful feeling that had him unconsciously voicing out,
"๐๐ข๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ข, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ?"
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not to grimace.
He fails.
๐๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ข๐ธ๐ข. That's ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด favorite.
"Nagugutom lang," Serging lies behind a small smile. "Hindi niyo naman kasalanan na maraming tao."
Whatever they were going to say to that is cut off by Serging's phone vibrating on the table.
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๐ฅ๐ช๐ฉ๐ข ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
He distracts himself by looking around. He sees the youngest intern Romulo being chatted to by Kalaw and Sumulong. Beyond the glass window is the urban jungle of Metro Manila. And somewhere out there ๐ฉ๐ฆ is there supposedly working and not --
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