The sun was held so high, temperature's at it's peak and humidity fills the air. It's few minutes pass 12 and I'm ready to leave for office. Put on my sun glasses and walked 2 city blocks under the fierce sunshine with scarce shade to hide. Reached the intersection where the jeepneys load and unload passengers, I waited for the jeep that will take me to my destination. Rode the jeep that say "Pantranco" on the sign and waited for more passengers before the driver decides it's time to depart.
The jeepney stopped for few seconds after running several hundred meters, then a sutble breeze with a sweet smell brushed my cheeks. I realized it came from the hair of a girl that sat on my left side. Few tone lighter than regular Filipino skin, petite, kind looking face, aged around 16 or 17, Vitoria's Secret perfume... love spell.... then I got reminded of my bad habbit of noticing the details of randoms trangers, particularly their smell. She's wearing a big pink back pack with geometric lines, a green shirt that says "University of the Philippines Statistical Society" and carrying a long golf umbrella... I said to my self "that was Hot" without any intentions of making perverted remarks.
As the jeepney continued to roll, I noticed the girl glancing at me from time to time. Thanks to my dark-tinted sun glasses, she hadn't noticed I'm looking at her the whole time in my peripheral vision. Few meters before reaching the corner of Roosevelt and Quezon Ave. the girl took out a small note book and uttured "Ramon? Mr. Ramon Millon?" I placed my hand over my chest as instinct instructed me... to check if I'm wearing my I.D. which can be the most probable explination how she knew my name. Verified that I was not wearing my I.D. I replied "Yes? How did you know my name?" She smiled and said "You are student of Dr. Mercado in your MBA program right?" I felt puzzled rather than worried that she's stalking me, I mean, she's petite, cute and kind looking. I wouldn't mind if she's stalking me or something. "Yes... why?" I said with a mix of hesitation, "wala, nakita ko kasi pic mo sa cellphone ng ate ko.... classmate mo sya sa graduate school." Being really puzzled by this scene I asked "Sinong ate? Anong picture? How did you know my name if its just a picture?". Reply as fast as she could "yung pic mo na mukang seryosong seryoso na nakatitig sa laptop"... "PARA!" she shouted... alighted the jeep and left my thoughts hanging.
Last images of her was when she rode a FX going to SM Fairview. I was completely clueless with what just happened. Got out of the jeep when it reached Jollibee and transferred to a jeep going to Philcoa still with my mind floating. I snapped from the confussion and realize that office is near. I'm not sure if I already paid for my fare or not. It's my habbit to pay the the fare once I'm seated but my mind left my body for a moment then so just to be sure I grabbed my wallet to pay my fare. I saw the driver smiled, but I didn't give a damn anymore.
I reached the office still with half of my brain contemplating about that encounter. Left my things in the locker and went straight to the pantry to get my doze of freshly brewed coffee. Sat on my station and staring blankly on my monitor... It's been 5 hours since it happened, my tumbler is still half full of coffee and my work load is all done... maybe I did them half conciously.
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