Chapter Twelve

“Have you think of a gift for Krissy?”

            Was the question she heard the moment she sat at the only vacant seat around their table. May isang venti-sized latte at isang serving ng blackout cake na nakalatag na sa pwesto niya, and her cousins seem to have been in the café for some time now dahil masyado na silang cozy sa mga pwesto nila, and the halfly eaten pastries kind of give it away.

            She sipped on her latte first before asking, “What did I miss?”

            “We were just talking about Krissy’s birthday party.”

            “Yea,” kumuwit siya ng cake bago tingnan si Rich, “you were just asking about gifts, right?”

   &nbs