Heart Stealer's point of view
Oh my fucking Gosh!
I was expecting magtatagpo kami in the most wattpad way! Yung kunyari papatayin niya na ako tas malalaman niyang ako si Medusa, pero biglang sumulpot sa cafe?!
What the fuck is wrong with you author! Talagang hindi pa ako nakaayos? Jusko!
But....
He was definitely not friendly.
But why did he seem so mean compared to last year?
Kinabahan pa ako nung una, but then I realized he never did actually see my face, the true color of my eyes and there wasn't a single trace of Medusa I left
behind my shadow. And how he interacted with me, he doesn't know who I am.
Or maybe he's just pretending to not know who I am...
UMAGANG UMAGA at naglinis si Bhozxc Vinzxc ng mga upuan ng KopiKopi, nag-mop ng sahig at inihanda ang mga panibagong brew ng kape, ako naman ay nagsuot ng gloves at naglinis din, dalawa lang kami at maaga pa kaya wala pang customer.
"Ms. Heart." Utal ni Bhoszxc.
"Mhm?"
"Sino yung lalaking yun kagabi? Yung matangkad na gwapo na ansungit ng kilay."
"Why?"
"Hinahanap ka kasi kagabi."
"Ah, you'll be friends with him soon." Ngisi ko, I still remember the heart-drop I felt the moment I saw him. Buti nalang nareaffirm ko ang sarili nung gabing yon and made me remember the woman I am.
Sinabi niya babalik siya so I put on light make-up, this time nag-ayos ako. I put on extra baby johnsons powder on my chest and pinabanguhan ang KopiKopi.
Nagshave din ako.
Bumukas ang pinto at bumulwak si Jazz, he wore black framed clear glasses that flexed his nose-bridge, a plain white cuffed CK shirt and even though the shirt was big, you could tell he goes to the gym.
His bottom was a black drawstring pants and a pair of white shoes, his wrist wore a white Philippe Patek watch and his hair was freshly combed.
He really was serious on applying. Hindi ko alam ang motibo niya because I remember how wealthy he is, he doesn't need to be a waiter, so he's probably an undercover.
"Buena mano and welcome to KopiKopi!" Maligayang bati ko sakanya, this time I wasn't that nervous but I still feel pressured, he held an envelope and gave it to me, "My requirements." He spoke, that pacific ocean voice, I missed that damn voice.
"From now on you must address me as manager, understood?" I took the envelope na puno ng papeles.
"...Obviously."
"Great!" I toured Jazz inside and we walked into a door that says 'Authorized personnel only' And after heading inside with the two of us in a suffocating room, I handed him a spare apron and he immediately declined.
"Suutin mo, or you'll be promoted as a customer on the first day."
His eyes looked disdained, put on the brown apron and I was delighted, "Nice! Guwapo ka tignan diyan." Ngiti ko, tinuruan ko din siya how to be a proper waiter and he listened, expressionless.
Umabot kami ng tangahli at nakaka-ilan na si Jazz sa pagseserve ng kape, he served the customers and he was expressionless, he served cakes expressionless, even when our eyes met, his eyes are still expressionless. But I remember his eyes brimmed of brightness when I was Medusa.
