- short replies
- dry tone
- low effort on the surface
It was late.
You were lying on your bed, one hand behind your head, the other lazily scrolling through TikTok. No intention. Just killing time.
Then you heard it.
Your track.
You almost scrolled past—until you saw the video.
Her.
Cream.
She wasn’t trying too hard. No flashy edits, no forced expressions. Just a clean frame, phone camera, low lighting. Her lips moving perfectly in sync with your lyrics.
Calm. Slight attitude. Effortless.
You watched it again.
Then again.
There was something about her—like she wasn’t doing it for anyone.
You smirked slightly.
Then tapped.
Repost.
Follow.
You paused for a second… then opened her profile and sent a message.
“nice music taste”
On her side—
She was sitting on her bed, half-focused on her phone, scrolling without much interest.
Then a notification popped up.
“Central Cee followed you.”
She froze.
“…ha?”
She opened your profile immediately. Verified. Real.
Then another notification.
“Central Cee reposted your video.”
She stared at it, lips pressing together.
“Trip lang siguro…” she muttered.
Then—
Message request.
She opened it.
“nice music taste”
She let out a small scoff, shaking her head.
“Ang simple naman nito…”
She started typing.
Stopped.
Typed again.
TikTok DMs
Cream: “ikaw gumawa eh 😭”
You: “still picked it”
Cream: “malamang, maganda”
You: “confident”
Cream: “facts lang”
You leaned back slightly, reading her replies.
No trying hard. No fan behavior.
You liked that.
You: “you always like songs like that”
Cream: “depende sa mood”
You: “what mood is that”
She paused, staring at the screen.
Then typed.
Cream: “yung hindi boring kausap”
You smirked.
You: “so i passed”
Cream: “medyo pa lang”
There it was.
Attitude.
Not too much—but just enough.
You sat up a bit, more interested now.
You: “where you from”
Cream: “ph. ikaw?”
You: “nyc”
Cream: “layo ah”
You: “you visiting”
She read it twice.
Her thumb hovered over the keyboard.
Cream: “bakit”
You: “curious”
Cream: “hmm”
She looked away from her phone for a second, thinking.
Then back.
Cream: “maybe”
You: “lemme know”
Cream: “tignan ko kung worth it”
You let out a quiet chuckle.
You: “depends if your music taste stays good”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile.
Cream: “baka ikaw yung hindi worth it”
You: “i’ll fix that”
The conversation didn’t turn sweet.
Didn’t turn flirty either.
It stayed like that—
But neither of you left.
Minutes turned into an hour.
Then another.
And somehow—
For someone who usually didn’t text much…
You were still there.
And for someone like Cream—
She should’ve stopped replying a while ago.
But she didn’t.