Bjorn Wryner Vlasmo
I’m in the passenger seat and Sergeant Ramos is driving. Meanwhile, Cleome’s sitting exactly behind me – maybe avoiding me or something. I always have a hard time understanding women, you just don’t get them and their moods.
The car Is filled with silence which led me into remembering the face of Cleome earlier. Freaking hilarious, I can’t even keep this smile off my face.
“Inspired Sir, ah?” Ramos started, breaking the silence.
“I guess?” I playfully responded.
“Sino kaya yan, Sir?” he teased, giggling.
Letting off a chuckle. “Sino nga ba?” I added.
We both laughed and Cleome released a sigh as if something bothered her at the moment.
“Selos?” Ramos started, again.
“Limang letra, isang salita ngunit si Cleome ang nagambala,” Ramos added in a poetic way, which left me amazed because of the rhymes.
“Ano?” she disgustingly asked. Making her head pops-out in the middle of us.
“Woah, amazing,” I added, talking about the rhyme which Ramos made. I can speak tagalog but I can’t rhyme that fast, it takes me time to formulate such words.
“Ano?” she looked at me, talking much louder than earlier.
“Luh, bakit ang defensive?” Ramos confusingly asked.
“You guys always tease me, nakakabanas, alam niyo ba ‘yon?” she responded, back to her place earlier.
Do I feel bad? Of course not. Do I feel happy? Yes. It’s amusing.
We arrived in a certain café which Sergeant Ramos insisted on trying because they had the best coffee. I ordered a double ristretto shot with steamed milk that Ramos also ordered since he claimed he wants to try something new.
“How is it?” I asked the sergeant, sipping the coffee sitting in my right hand.
“Masarap,” he plainly said, fighting for his best life. He won’t probably sleep well in the next 72 hours.
“And yours?” talking to Cinense. She ordered a Café Latte, not bad.
“Masarap,” copying what Ramos said.
“Tae muna ako Sir,” Ramos interrupted, holding his stomach and quickly vanished away.
Sitting here with the smell of coffee beans really relaxes me, and a well-nice view is a bonus. I glanced at Cleome and she was busy sipping her drink. Staring intently at the city lights view, I wonder what she’s thinking.
I don’t want to ruin her moment or interconnectedness with the mother earth but I can’t just sit around here and wait for the Sergeant to comeback, leaving us both silent for the whole time he’s gone.
It's a waste of time and I’d rather be straightforward to Cinense than do some kind of giving flowers and such. But I don’t want to stand no chance too, if I have to ask her out right now, she will probably say no – take as a reference when I asked her out for a coffee. I’ll pull some strings first before I take a shot. Aiming must be concise.
“Colonel Vlasmo,” Cleome called out which brought me back to reality.
I look at her, waiting for her next words. Fuck, maybe she will be the one who’s going to ask me out? Damn, I never thought it would be this easy for me too. Having a God-like look is really a blessing, despite everything they say.
