you stood beside scaramouche as you both waited at the side of the road for your trays of fishball. it was the end of the day at school. the sounds of the jeepneys and tricycles went on as you both giggled and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

he pulled you closer by the waist and kissed your cheek as you both stood in front of the street food cart.

“musta ang araw mo, love?”