Perhaps growing up in America had made Celeste used to seeing women take the lead—making the first move, confessing their feelings, or casually asking guys out like it was nothing. Her friends back home had done it all the time, laughing off rejection and treating romance as a game of boldness and confidence. But Celeste had always been different. Even though she had never been especially close to her father, she had always longed for his approval. Maybe that was why, despite being raised in a modern, Western environment, she clung to the Filipino values her dad had tried to instill in her when she was younger. Grace, restraint, modesty—those ideals had taken root in her, guiding the way she viewed love and self-respect.So, hearing another girl flirt openly with Marcus—not just flirt, but boldly ask him out in front of others—made Celeste’s stomach knot, though she couldn’t explain why. “I’m busy,” she heard Marcus say, his tone kind and gentle, as if trying to soften the blow.That
“Hey,” Celeste said cautiously, raising an eyebrow and setting her fork down. “Are you okay?” Her tone was light, but the awkwardness made her stomach twist even more than the thought of Marcus did. She hadn’t expected a dramatic reaction—maybe a bit of concern, a casual “Oh, really?” at most—but certainly not this level of stunned silence. Her chest tightened slightly, unsure if she had overshared or made the situation sound more dramatic than it actually was. Maybe Pauline thought she was being ridiculous, and the thought made Celeste glance down again, suddenly self-conscious.But then Pauline blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and suddenly broke into a wide, teasing grin. “Wait—so that wasn’t your first encounter? Wow! That’s like foreshadowing in a romance novel!” she gushed, her voice bubbling with excitement as she practically bounced in her seat. “You bumped into him before you found out he was your teacher? That’s classic plot material, girl!” Her giggle spilled out, i
Although Celeste would never admit it aloud, there was a strange and unsettling discomfort that seemed to cling to her whenever Marcus was near. It wasn’t just the awkward encounter outside the building that weighed on her—it was something deeper, tied to what had happened in class. Despite the fact that a whole week had passed and Marcus had already delivered three lectures to their block, Celeste couldn’t seem to rid herself of the uneasy feeling he stirred inside her. Every time she saw him, a subtle tension tightened in her chest, making her heart beat faster for reasons she didn’t fully understand. She tried to convince herself it was just annoyance or nervousness, but the truth was far more complicated and confusing.Across from her in the canteen, Pauline stared at her in disbelief, clearly struggling to understand. “Are you sure? You’re really going to drop it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she nibbled on her snack. The pancit Celeste had ordered was flavorful and tempting
As she had mentioned before, Science was never really her thing. Numbers and formulas were manageable, even tolerable on her best days, but Science—with all its technical terms, processes, and memorization—felt like an entirely different battlefield. It didn’t spark her curiosity the way other subjects did. While other students might have been fascinated by cells, DNA, or chemical reactions, she found herself yawning halfway through diagrams and zoning out during experiments. Back when she was studying in America, she often found herself dozing off in class, her notes turning into doodles as the lectures blurred into a monotonous hum. And she made no effort to hide this disinterest from Pauline, who had long accepted that her best friend would never be a science enthusiast.“Biological Science is our next subject,” she muttered with a hint of dread, her voice heavy with complaint as she stared ahead—though her eyes weren’t really on the topic at hand. Ironically, it wasn’t the Science
Time passed swiftly, as if the clock itself had been eager to welcome Celeste into this new chapter of her life. The classroom began to fill with soft chatter and the rustle of notebooks being opened, chairs being pulled, and footsteps echoing faintly against the tiled floor. Despite the unfamiliar surroundings, there was a strange sense of comfort settling over her, like the universe had whispered that she was exactly where she needed to be.Just as she adjusted herself in her seat and placed her bag on her lap, a girl approached and took the chair beside her. She was slightly chubby, with kind, smiling eyes and a calm demeanor that made Celeste feel at ease almost instantly. The girl turned to her and offered a warm, friendly smile—the kind that didn’t feel forced or rehearsed.“Hello,” she greeted in a tone that made Celeste instinctively smile back.There was something about the way the girl carried herself that made Celeste feel like she wasn’t so alone after all. It was in the s
Celeste didn’t have much trouble finding her classroom. Everything she needed was clearly printed on the schedule she held, from the building name to the exact room number. It gave her a sense of relief and confidence, especially since this was her first day and she didn’t want to appear lost. The only catch was that the College of Fine Arts Building was located quite a distance from the designated parking area, so the walk wasn’t short. The concrete path she followed stretched out under the morning sun, and with every step, she could feel the weight of her bag and the slight stickiness of sweat forming at the nape of her neck.Still, she figured she might as well see the bright side. If she had to do this kind of walk every day, then maybe it was the universe’s way of giving her a free fitness routine. She imagined herself burning calories just by commuting to class—now *that* was efficient. The idea made her laugh softly under her breath. Maybe this walk wasn’t so bad after all. It w