Infinito has become the top group of illegal street racers with the guidance of mentor Erie Illyria Vosslen. Under the organization named Les Voleurs, the mafia's first money makers, they were bound to hasten on streets to keep the heist going.
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The tension is unbearable. I tried my best to ignore it, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
I feel nervous in a way that makes my insides go feral.
We had a few plans for today, but both of us appeared to be preoccupied.
When we were at the Gondola Rides, float past bridges, between cafés, and beneath balconies as you cruise down the Grand Canal, there is an undeniable tension. Exchanging stares. Skin brushing with each other. Those little things made me I lose every focus I had. Even our conversations feel a little awkward than usual.
I felt bad. In our instance, for how busy we are, it's a shame we didn't fully appreciate the scenery.
Both of us are too distracted with other things. I know our minds are wandering to other places.
Sam is bringing a car for the last itinerary for today. As he should. He said we're going to a night road trip.
"Wear this." I flinched when Sam showed up at my door holding a paper bag. Nang kuhanin ko 'yon, ngumiti siya nang hindi inaalis ang tingin sa mga mata ko. Nagsimula na akong magduda. What is he smirking about now?
He left after handing me that bag. Habang kinakapa ko ang loob noon, nananatili ang tingin ko sa doorway. But when I felt a soft fabric, my eyes went down on the thing he handed me. It's an oversized shirt and jogging pants, even slippers! Why the heck is he giving me these?
Despite being confused, I still wore it. Nagbihis na ako at tiningnan ang sarili sa harapan ng salamin. Wow... this is actually my first time wearing clothes like this. I grew up in a very wealthy family so I was always covered with luxurious clothes and dripping diamonds. My parents never let me wear casual clothes. They get mad at that. I should always look presentable. And what they mean by presentable is branded clothes and jewelries that are expensive enough to sustain lives of underprivileged people.
"Sobrang ganda pa rin, Erie." I flinched again when I heard his voice. Now he's leaning against the door frame, watching me with a smile on his face. He looks very satisfied. That made me smile.
"Talaga? I don't look tacky at all?" I don't feel conscious, but somehow I still need a little validation. And the missing percentage of being validated always comes from him. He knows how to make me feel confident in every way.
"No, not at all." Lumapit siya sa akin at kinuha ang mga alahas na isusuot ko sana. Napatingin ako roon at kusa ring bumalik ang tingin ko sa mga mata niya. Bumilis na naman ang tibok ng puso ko.
He smiled and asked, "Let's go?"
Bumaba na kami ng hotel. Nang mauna sa akin si Sam maglakad para buksan ang pinto ng kotse, doon ko lang napansin na nakasuot lang rin siya ng simpleng damit. White shirt at gray jogging pants. At ang kotseng dala niya, simple lang rin. Yung tipong hindi makakakuha ng atensyon sa kalsada.
