March 4, Monday
Remind me not to have coffee on a Sunday night
I got up late for work due to the caffeine that still ran through my veins. I was the perfect definition of the walking dead. I slept a 4am and now Heck! I need to be at work at 8am, but unfortunately, I woke up at 7:15am beat that!
I rushed out of bed, took a shower, grabbed a toast and then I was off to work.
Add to the tons of reasons why I loath Mondays is the fact that my car is on traffic coding, meaning I won't be able to drive myself to work and I get to be one of the million commuters that will be devoured by the traffic and pollution of the metro.
Time check 8:15am. Taft Station.
Great! There goes my employee of the month dream. I'm already late which means no additional cash no whatsoever!
I was never the boss's favorite, Heck talk about salary deduction due to my not once or twice moments of tardiness.
Ever since our boss' announced that the employee of the month will get additional cash incentives, well, let's just say that I've been eyeing the wall on the other side of the office like a hawk hoping that my face will be plastered all over it like a mug shot that says early bird at every end of the month!
Can you blame me? Every girl needs an extra cash right? Especially since Sunday night coffee is worth more than a buck or two. Who says being independent is fun? I'm living on paycheck to paycheck and I've got bills to pay.
The morning rushed finally started, I chuckled at the thought that maybe I was a football player in my past life. I was dodging the people here at the metro station like a football player on steroids. I have to get to work fast. I'm already running late which means I won't get to hear the end of my boss's wrath even if I clocked out of work later. I feel shivers ran through my spine as I can already feel and hear my boss roaring my name.
I had to fight my way inside the train and thanked all that is holy that I decided to swap my high healed pumps and wear my flats today. I had to wait for two metro station stops before I got to finally sit.
As I sat looking at the window, I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text message from Ashley.
"Hey girl, Thanks for last night. I had fun,
I can't wait for Sunday night again. By the way, did you noticed the guy that was gawking at you at at the opposite table last night? I swear, that was twice in two rows of Sundays that I caught him sneaking glances at you. Hahaha. I can smell a date brewing for you.
Laters."
A guy looking my way? or to quote Ashley's word "gawking"? Hmmm..that's new. Well, I may have noticed that guy last night looking at me but I highly suspect he's (or isn't?) interested in me. Maybe I just got his attention due to my non stop earth shattering laugh when Ashley spat her coffee on Renzo's face.
My thoughts were cut off when I noticed a white paper folded neatly on the empty seat beside me. I looked around to see if someone had dropped the letter, but there seems to be no one around since the people I'm with in the train are seating on the other side of the coach. I thought maybe someone had dropped it accidentally on his/her way out of the train during the last metro station stop.
So without second thoughts, I grabbed the letter and started reading it. I was consumed by the words that was written on it.
It seems to be a love letter. I smiled as I recalled that it was just last night when Renzo and Ashley were talking about love letters and how it's so over rated. But what confused me was that this love letter seemed to be addressed to someone that the writer haven't even met before.
