Seasons

In A Different Lens

Michelle's POV:

"Dang, they were calling you already." I said to Fabienne. The woman exhaled exaggeratedly and had her eyes pierced at the woman who's calling her.
 

"Eh, I'm still enjoying my coffee." She complained. "Pretend like you did not hear. Come on!" She requested. I was weirded out for a bit, but eventually understood that this woman just didn't want to be disturbed during her coffee rest. It's her and her espresso against the world. Always.
 

"Nadamay pa nga." I murmured, despite of actually getting why she's purposely acting like she heard nothing.
 

"Stop talking in your native language, will you?" Fabienne asked in a sarcastic tone. I just chuckled at her. But what an unlucky day for her, I saw the woman on my peripheral, and it looks like she's approaching here.
 

"Miss Indonesia." The girl named Amy, who is one of the staff and is tasked with teaching us the choreography, called Fabienne.
 

"Good morning to you, too." Fabienne said, and she immediately stood up. "I was about to come actually. Just got carried away by my roommates gossip." 
 

I creased my forehead upon hearing Fabienne. This girl is literally using me to get away from her own doings. Hays.
 

"You have time for gossip? My throat hurts from calling you from afar." Amy said, looking so frustrated because she can't yell so she's almost whispering so no one can hear them talking.
 

"You could've thought of approaching me from the start instead of yelling from whatever distance. You made it harder for yourself." 
 

I felt super disgusted at Fabienne because she's like using a voice with so much care and softness, but there's this tone in her voice that gives off a mocking energy.
 

The two just kept on exchanging arguments, and all I had to do was watch. They don't look like fighting at all, but Amy's words are full of frustration, and Fabienne just kept on saying nonsense to piss the woman off.
 

They only stopped when they realized that I was just listening to them. Amy decided to go first when Fabienne promised that she would come as soon as she got her drink finished.
 

Fabienne went back beside me and sipped on her coffee. "We're forty minutes early. Why is everyone rushing?"
 

"Don't talk to me, you used me." I playfully mocked her, and she pouted at that.
 

Well, I know how Amy and Fab met. I am aware that Amy is a model too. I've seen her face on various posters and magazines, and she's a freelancer in Indonesia, if I remember it correctly. She probably met Fabienne there because the two of them arrived in El Salvador together.
 

"I owe you one." She said, offering a handshake to seal the deal.
 

"A fries from potato corner sounds tempting."

Fabienne put her hand down and tilted her head. Her face was drawn with disbelief and I was laughing at her. She's actually really funny. I get along with her because she gives off this futch energy too. It made me comfortable because I could feel a sense of similarity with her.
 

"Where am I supposed to get one in El Salvador?" She scoffed.
 

"Nevermind. I can grab as many as I want when I head back to Manila." I genuinely said as I smiled widely. I miss Manila. I am getting homesick. I tapped her shoulder and pointed in the direction of Amy and the other delegates that were in the same group as her.

"Stop pointing them. I'm coming, okay? The dragon is fuming mad." She commented again.
 

Fabienne went ahead to throw in the garbage can and threw her cup away before waving at me. I watched her make her way to her group.