We stayed in a house with a high ceiling at the end of the beach—-a house where a family once lived, but has since been rented out when they moved to the States. It was a nice quiet place and we shared a kitchen with the rest of the city kids out on vacation. The best part was that it was away from the main beach where college kids spent their time camped and passed out drunk in their tents. It was a beautiful place.
But that wasn’t what got my attention. It was this huge two-story beach house next door. Well, more like a beach mansion. It dwarfed all the tiny bungalows and cottages all around. I even wondered if it was some boutique hotel but one of the groundkeepers told me it was some businessman’s summer home.
And that’s why I never expected to see him there of all places.
I saw him first, skipping pebbles in the water. No scowl on his face, no black Chucks on his feet, no sweat from the 3 jeepney rides I take with him every single day. He was wearing a cotton shirt and some shorts and I tried to stifle a gasp as I realized who he was. But I guess I made some noise, or tumbled into the water somewhat and he turned to me. His dark eyes were large as saucers. I guess mine were the size of paper plates.
He recognized me. He was hoping he wouldn’t but he did. My hair was dishevelled from sleep and the huge sweater I was wearing was wrinkled. Too late did I realize I haven’t even washed my face or brushed my teeth. I was mortified to see him here, of all places.
When he seemed to have regained his senses he stammered, “Are—-are you stalking me?”
I managed to stifle a laugh and let out an indignant snort, “Totally.”
Hi, this is the first of my Trial and Error writing projects! Yey! They’re mostly stuff set in Cebu. I wish I could write in Bisaya but that takes mad skillz. Wa’y binuang. So, keeping it easy breezy and short for now and I’m enjoying it. Let’s see where this project will take us. I’m excited. I haven’t written this much in years! What do you
honestly think? I’d love feedback. :)