On a sunny day in Manila, as the sun cast its golden rays upon the bustling streets, the city was alive with movement. The usual crowd filled the sidewalks, their hurried steps blending into the rhythm of daily life.

We were on a street food date, and as always, I found myself trying various dishes at your suggestion. I didn’t mind, so long as you were the one making the choices.

Stopping at a food stall, we decided on a serving of deep-fried quail eggs, commonly known as kwek-kwek. I took two and handed them to the vendor before turning to face you.

"Love?"

You shifted your attention to me and asked, "Yes?"

Glancing at the food in my hand, then back at you, I hesitated before speaking. "Is this what you call quick quick?" I asked, inadvertently mispronouncing the name.

You burst into laughter, leaving me momentarily puzzled. I managed a small smile and tilted my head. "What’s so funny, mahal?"