BUT ONLY LOVE CAN TELL (ENGLISH VERSION)
The driver was as handsome as the one I rode with the other day.
He smiled widely at me. If before, I was worried about my bra breaking, now it seemed like even my underwear might rip. I grimaced as I gawked.
"Where to, Miss?" he asked, and I felt a shiver of excitement.
He spoke with a British accent, clearly still learning how to speak Tagalog. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. It was dripping!
"To the… cemetery… near Makati… the big one..." I stammered, unsure if I gave the correct address. Those deep, glowing eyes of his were distracting.