WHEN LOVE RETURNS

CHAPTER 22

The festival was in full swing, a kaleidoscope of colors, laughter, and music enveloping Tuguegarao's town square. Erica marveled at the energy around her—the rhythmic beats of local folk songs, the playful chatter of children darting between stalls, and the tantalizing aromas wafting from food vendors. This was more than just an event; it was a celebration of life, community, and culture.

Erica and Sam wandered side by side, their pace leisurely as they navigated through the crowd. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this relaxed, the simple joy of the moment grounding her in a way city life never had.

As they passed a vendor selling halo-halo, Erica's curiosity got the better of her. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at the colorful concoction.

Sam glanced at it and smirked. "Halo-halo. Layers of shaved ice, sweet beans, and fruit. You've never tried it?"

She shook her head, looking intrigued.

"Let's fix that," he said, buying one and handing it to her. "Here. You might want to mix it up before taking a bite."

Erica took the spoon hesitantly, stirring the vibrant layers together before taking a bite. The combination of textures and flavors was unlike anything she'd ever had. "Wow," she said, her eyes lighting up. "It's... unexpected. Sweet, but not too sweet."

"Kind of like this town," Sam said casually, his tone light but meaningful.

Erica glanced at him, surprised by the subtle compliment. But before she could say anything, they were interrupted by a group of Sam's former workmates.

"Sam!" one of them called out, a broad grin on his face. The group quickly gathered around, exchanging hearty handshakes and backslaps.

Erica hung back slightly, feeling out of place amidst the easy camaraderie. But before she could retreat further, Sam turned and reached out for her, his hand slipping around her waist in a gesture that felt both natural and protective.

"Everyone, this is Erica," he said, his voice steady and confident.

The warmth of his hand at her waist sent her pulse racing. She tried to focus on the introductions, but the casual intimacy of his touch left her flustered. Does he even realize what he's doing? she wondered, her cheeks heating up.

One of Sam's friends gave him a knowing smirk. "Didn't think we'd see you with someone, Sam. Let alone bringing her to the festival."

Sam shrugged, his expression unreadable. "She's new to town. Figured someone should show her around."

His words were nonchalant, but there was something in his tone—a quiet possessiveness—that sent a thrill through Erica. She couldn't help but glance up at him, her heart thudding in her chest.

As the conversation continued, Erica felt herself relaxing in his hold. Sam's friends were friendly and warm, sharing stories that painted him in a light she hadn't seen before—one of loyalty, resilience, and a hidden sense of humor. His hands is so warm

When they finally said their goodbyes, Sam guided her back into the crowd, his hand still resting lightly at her waist. The bustling festival seemed to fade into the background, her awareness narrowing to the warmth of his touch and the steady rhythm of their steps.

After a few moments, Erica broke the silence. "Uh, Sam..." she said, her voice teasing. "Your hand?" Please don't remove it 

He glanced down, his eyes widening in realization. Quickly pulling his hand away, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh—uh, sorry," he muttered, looking uncharacteristically flustered.

Erica laughed softly, finding his discomfort endearing. "It's fine," she said, her smile gentle. "I didn't mind." because i loved it

For a moment, he looked at her, something unspoken passing between them. Then he gave a small nod, his lips twitching into a faint smile before he turned his gaze back to the path ahead.

Oh, Erica Villanueva, what's happening to you? she thought, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the festival lights.

As they continued walking, Sam veered off toward a food stall, exchanging a few words with the vendor. When he returned, he held out a piece of warm garlic bread.

"Here," he said simply, handing it to her.

Erica blinked, caught off guard. "You didn't have to—"

"Just take it," he interrupted, his tone teasing but firm.

She accepted the bread, feeling its warmth radiate through her hands. "You know," she said, taking a bite, "I can feed myself. I don't need you to take care of me."

Sam shrugged, his smirk returning. "Never said you did. But someone's got to make sure you don't starve while you're too busy gawking at everything."

Erica rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that crept onto her lips. "Well, thanks. It's good," she admitted, savoring the buttery, garlicky flavor.

"Of course it is," he said, his tone playful. "I've got good taste."

She gave him a sidelong glance, her smile softening. Yeah, you do, she thought, though she kept the words to herself.

As the night wore on, they found themselves drawn back to the heart of the festival, where couples were dancing beneath a canopy of lights. The music was slower now, the melodies weaving a spell over the gathered crowd.

Sam paused, glancing at the dancers, then at Erica. "Want to dance?"

Erica raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a grin. "You? Dance?"

"Don't look so surprised," he said, offering his hand. "I'm full of hidden talents."

She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his. As he led her onto the dance floor, Erica felt her heart skip. The music swelled around them, and they began to move, their steps tentative at first but quickly finding a rhythm.

Under the glow of the festival lights, surrounded by the hum of life and laughter, Erica realized she was no longer a stranger here. She looked up at Sam, her chest tightening as their eyes met.

I think I'm falling for him, she thought, her breath catching in her throat. And for the first time, the idea didn't scare her. Relax Erica you just thinking that you're not in love to him... or maybe I am...