Pen & Passion
By the time our orders arrived—sizzling sisig, garlic rice, pancit canton, crispy pata, and a pitcher of iced tea—Mark looked a little less tense and a lot more hungry.
Amazing that even in this mall, they serve Filipino dishes! Talk about diversity.
“This is heaven,” Jessy declared dramatically, stuffing a spoonful of rice into her mouth. “Retail therapy and cholesterol. My kind of self-care.”
I laughed, stabbing at my own plate. “I feel like I need to apologize to my credit card even though technically… it’s not mine.”
Jessy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, about that—black card, unlimited spending, you in designer lingerie, and a billionaire fiancé? You’re in your main character arc.”
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