When Dreams Wear a Suit
She stuttered, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment.
“Are you stalking me, Ms. Elara?” I asked in a deep voice, almost interrogating her.
“Hindi ha! Ba’t naman kita i-stalk, sir? Hindi porket gwapo ka, susundan na kita kung saan-saan.” She tried to steady her voice, though it trembled.
I observed her every movements closely, jaw tightening before I smirked. “The next time you want to stalk me,” I said in a low voice, almost whispering, “make sure you hide properly. You’re too obvious.”
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