A Splash of Colour
he said, with that same calm, grounded voice that always felt like an anchor.
We chose a table by the edge, overlooking the shore. The scent of grilled seafood and herbs drifted in the air as we browsed the short menu. I already knew what I wanted. Without hesitation, I ordered their blueberry lemonade soda.
Isagani raised a brow as the waiter walked away. “You really like that drink, huh?”
I laughed, leaning into my chair. “Guilty as charged. It’s nostalgic now.”
He chuckled. “No one used to order that. Until you came along.”