Whiskers In Between

We sat there thinking how we ended up being together. Thinking 'bout how our families met and just decided that we might help each other heal. Thinking about what came to their minds for them to decide that we should live together. I mean, I barely know this guy. I can't even think of any reason how I could help him, same as him to me. I can't risk myself again. Reminiscing how myself ended up building myself over and over again. What if this person gets so close to me somehow? I should say "no". But why does the other half of me pursues to risk because maybe he can really help me? Can two different people really help eachother? I stood up and decided to make some coffee for us. I gave him his americano as I was sipping from mine, then sat beside him and faced him. My mind is made up. “When do we start?” both said simultaneously. 

Nine years have passed since I left Manila, and it's been over a year already ever since I came back. I started my own business. My dream business ever since I was only sixteen. Mama called while I was at the café. “You're staying at your office. It's not even safe that you have no one around you!” she exclaimed. Here we go again. I'm doing my best to find a place to live okay? It's just that I'm not comfortable with apartments. I have a couch in my office. This is my workplace. I have my bathroom here. My locker. Isn't it enough, for now? I can afford a place in one of the condominiums here near the café, it's just that, I want something that would make it feel like home. Comfortable. “Ma, I'm contented here already. My office is like my room, and this café is like my home. I'll go now. I still have to help them prepare since we're filled with customers. Gotta go, bye I love you!&r

Oh hell, It's 10 already? Good thing I told my staff I won't be able to make it today since I have an important thing to do. What I mean about the "important thing" is, what happened last night. I stood up, went to the bathroom and cleansed my face.   When I opened the door, I saw Mr Sevani—I mean, Clint—about to knock on my door. He turned around and smiled.    “Hey, I was about to call you. I mean, for breakfast? I prepared some, come on,” he said and so I followed him. It smells so nice on our way to the dining area. Then, there. The food looks so good. I have been loving the looks of the food on Krys' resto but hell, this also looks good.   “I cooked a few since I don't have an idea of what you like,” he said and scratched his nape. Why does he look so cute? “I'm not a picky eater. Still, thank you for the food,” I thanked him as we were getting food.   “I am just returning the favour for th

It has been 2 weeks and a half already, and I am telling you, I haven't found a house yet. Wonder why not just take a unit in Clint's building? IT'S TOO BIG FOR ME YOU KNOW?! I just want an affordable simple house. 'Till I get to build my own. It has been a week and I am getting more nervous for myself.    “Hey! Good afternoon madame.” I turned around and saw him. “Don't you have work, Mr Sevani?” I raised my eyebrows as I was asking him while he was peeking on my office door.   “The construction's almost done and I'm done with my round and inspection for the day,” he said while looking inside my office. “Almost done? What do you mean? Haven't you just had an appointment with your client a week before?” I asked and crossed my arms.   “It's just for the materials. They just asked me if they could add something, how many are still needed, how much it'll take for them, etc,” he answered with a sigh. He's being talkativ

“You’re early today!” Clint said as soon as I walked into the dining area. “Why are you saying that as if I always wake up late?” I answered and he just chuckled. “You get up late every time you don’t wanna go to work.”   Why did that sounded like as if I am always lazy to go to work? “That is not what I mean hahaha. What I mean is, of course as a businesswoman, you do always have free time unless it’s urgent or what.” Does he have the ability to read someone’s mind?   “Anyways, come on. Let’s have breakfast. Good thing I accidentally cooked too much.’ I raised my brow at what he said.   “Are you in a bad mood or something?” He asked. I chuckled and looked at him, “Why does everybody think I look like I’m in a bad feather every time I’m serene?”    He smirked and chuckled then said, “Because you’re an unfathomable person, Maesea. You have a very unfathomable mood.” Fair enough. Kinda understand