“lean for me and I’ll fall back.”

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I’m bursting with the loudest laughter the moment I see a familiar face walking towards the entrance alley, with a face so confused, wearing a t-shirt that matches mine exactly.

Out of millions of t-shirts in this world and yet today we decided to wear the same exact ones.

Her face lights up when she sees me, and she’s bursting with the same loud laughter the moment she realizes we’re wearing a matching tee. “Wow, what a choice of t-shirt you had there, Segara.”

I feel like walking above the clouds. She’s blushing, and I seriously hope I’ll get some credits for that instead of the pink powder she put in there this morning. “I’m starting to think you had a hidden camera in my room or something coz what the fuck.”

I pout. “I’m not a creep.”

She smiles an apologetic smile, but still, that doesn’t ease the weird feeling I feel in my stomach (and how it makes me want to run away either to her arms or the entrance gate). “So… is this your first Mayestik experience?”

“Yes, and I’m glad I’m here with the expert. Show me the way, Sunshine.”

“Still with the sweet mouth even at the breaking of dawn.”

I giggle, and my heart swells.

“Why are you here, tho?”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Told you in the chat, and I’m true to my words. I was honest when I said I like you, so I’m here to prove it. Eventho,” I look around in amusement before I pin my eyes back at her. “I’d love to tell you someplace else, somewhere not as crowded and less… public, but then again, this place has June’s traces all over it and I would love to follow along. I would love to touch the fabric you’ve touched, see the colors you love, and to know you through the eyes of that auntie who owns the fabric store where you usually get your stuff. So I guess it’s a perfect place, after all.”

I can’t decode her expression, but I hope that my long speech will get through to her. It’s the most sincere words I’ve ever uttered anyway, and I didn’t regret any of it.

“Are you for real, Miles?”

I smile at her question coz I’ve been wondering the same thing about her.

“Yes, and I want to make it even more real. Let's go on a date, June Kailani.”

She stops walking, and her eyes pierce right through me. I want to run away but I plant myself there, waiting for her to decide my fate.

Instead of answering my inquiry, she reaches towards my t-shirt, feeling the fabric with the tip of her fingers, and smiles the most haunting smile. Out of all the habits of hers that I learned in the past two months, this one is my favorite.