Alan, your half-Filipino friend, always had a knack for getting under your skin—though you suspected it was all in good fun. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he often cracked inappropriate jokes, speaking in rapid bursts of Tagalog that left you scratching your head in confusion.

On Thursday afternoon, as you settled into a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft rustle of pages turning, you were deep into your homework. The atmosphere was serene, a perfect cocoon of concentration until you felt a warm breath lingering close to your ear.

"Mahal, pwede ba tayo mag... Alam muna, yung ginagawa ng mag jowa~"

His voice, low and teasing, trailed off, leaving you hanging in suspense. You turned to find him grinning, his hand slowly gliding across your waist, the playful giggle escaping his lips wrapped around you like a secret. The peacefulness of your surroundings faded into the background as the air thickened with unspoken words and shared laughter.