To and Fro

Chapter III

What is one useless skill that you have? Mine would be the ability to wake up early despite sleeping late. Even if I slept around three o'clock in the morning, I would still wake up at seven. It must be a curse to be an early bird. I just knew that today was going to be a long day. I would be lying if I said that I didn't think about what I saw last night. I feared that it was already imprinted in my mind.

I noticed myself staring blankly at the mirror, and that's when I dismissed the thought. I didn't really have a specific morning routine. I just looked in the mirror for quite some time, then soaked my face in cold water that I filled in the sink, and that's it—I was good to go. Before leaving the room, I made sure it was as clean as before. Once done, I made my way to the kitchen.

It turned out I wasn't the only early bird when I saw a man with tall and broad shoulders sitting at the counter island with his back facing me. I was pretty sure this was the same man I saw last night. He had a fitted black dri-fit t-shirt, making his broad shoulders more visible. He was definitely the type of man girls would go for, just not my type. I saw the table full of food, and right on cue, my stomach began to grumble, which the man heard, making him turn towards me.

"Oh, hi! You must be Aneesha, right?" He had the same accent as Martin. Now that he was facing me, I had a good look at his face. Fortunately, it wasn't just his body that was impressive because this man was undeniably gorgeous. I nodded at him, and he gestured for me to sit down, which I did, across from him. "I'm Miles." With a smile on his face, showing his dimples and dazzling blue eyes, he extended his hand to me for a handshake. I accepted it. Okay, so. He had a great body, a nice face, a British accent, and dimples. Great, just great.

"I was not sure what you like to eat in the morning, so I ordered something basic like a normal Filipino would, you know, eat." And he looks kind. But, I feel like everytime I looked at him the picture of him from last night will always popped up in my brain.

"Thank you," I replied. There was already a plate on the table, and I willingly filled it with bread and bacon as its filling. I could feel his eyes following my every movement, which was very awkward. I glanced at him only to see his amused reaction. What? Is this the first time he's seen someone use bacon as a filling?

"I've never seen someone do that. Does it taste good?" he asked, curiously. Without saying a word, I made one for him. "Were you always this quiet?" I paused to look at him. He held his hands up in the air. "I'm not trying to be nosy, it's just that Kath told me that you—" I placed the food on his plate, intentionally dropping it a bit harshly, making a sound. He seemed to get the signal and went quiet. So now she's telling stories about me to her partner, huh?

"This ish the besht thinm I've ever tashted!" He said while chewing. I couldn't help but look at him with a frown on my face, which I hoped he didn't notice. "I'm sorry, but can you make one again?" he said, and the frown on my face turned into amusement. I guess he really liked it. Without any hesitation, I made him one again, and this time we ate together. I couldn't help but chuckle whenever he closed his eyes with every bite he took.

We talked for a bit, and he was actually fun to talk with. Dry nga lang humor. Our conversation somehow made me forget that he had an intimate moment with you-know-who. After eating, I volunteered to clean the table and wash the dishes, to which he agreed because he still had a meeting to attend. He mentioned that he's a model, which was not a surprise to me. I turned my back on him and put the plates in the sink, then noticed a basket full of oranges at the side and decided to get one, sayang din e. I looked for a knife, and when I found one, I placed an orange on the wooden cutting board. Just when I was about to cut it, I heard Miles' voice...