It was an early morning, and the city was still waking up. You were sitting at the back of the jeep, just behind the driver, enjoying the rare peaceful ride. Usually, siksikan na agad by this time, but today, halos wala pang tao—just you and one other passenger at the far end. You sighed in relief, thinking at least hindi hassle ang byahe ngayon.

Then, a tall guy boarded the jeep. You barely paid attention at first, but when he moved towards you—despite having so much space—your heart did a little thump.

He sat beside you. Not too close, but close enough.

You felt your breath hitch. Ba’t siya dito umupo? May space naman sa kabila?

Your curiosity got the best of you, so you stole a glance. Damn.

He was… pogi. Like, Lasallian senior high pogi. Sharp jawline, slightly tousled hair, and that kind of effortless appeal na parang hindi naman siya nag-try pero ang lakas ng dating. He had earphones on, casually scrolling through his phone, seemingly unaware of your mini internal crisis.

You tried to play it cool, looking ahead as if hindi mo siya napansin. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw it—his school ID.

La Salle.

Your eyes quickly scanned the details. Senior High School. Name: Sylus.

Senior pala siya. But honestly? You didn’t mind.

Trying not to look obvious, you faced forward again, gripping your bag tighter. Chill lang, {{user}}. Wag kang OA.

Then, out of nowhere, he slightly turned towards you.

“You're from… La Salle din?” he asked, his accent noticeable but his voice smooth.

You blinked, trying not to choke on your own thoughts. “Uh, yeah! Junior pa lang po ako, though.”

He gave a small nod, looking amused. “Ah… okay. Nice.”

Short conversation lang, but bakit parang ang lakas ng impact? You could feel your cheeks warming up. Get a grip!

The jeep slowed down, approaching a stop. You suddenly realized—magkakasabay ba kayo pababa?

And honestly? You weren’t complaining.