Eleven

"A date?" Hinarap ko ulit siya.

"Yes." Nahihiya niyang sagot, napakamot pa siya sa batok.

"A friendly kind of date?"

"No. It's more of a boss and employee type of date. Walang malisya." He answered.

Tumango ako at nag-isip ng sandali. Sa huli ay Tumango ako bilang pagsang-ayon.

"So I'll pick you up at, eight?" he asked.

"Okay" sabi ko at tumalikod na para umalis.

I was about to step outside when I realized...

"Alam mo kung saan ako nakatira?"

"Of course, it's on your resume. Have you forgotten?" He sarcastically asked.

"Ay, oo nga pala. Uuwi po muna ako, boss."

"Wait.” He said with authority. “What you'd call me?" Mataray niyang tanong.

"I called you boss.” I shyly smiled. “Don't think of it as a formal thing, think of it as an endearment."

"Endearment? Okay. Go home. See you at eight."

I drove home, still thinking about the date. Hindi ba parang ang aga naman fo