DAY 4-7
The next three days blurred together in a mess of shifting schedules, unsaid words, and stolen moments that neither of them were willing to give up.
Their routines—already misaligned by Mikha's night shifts and Aiah's early work hours—began to bend to fit around each other.
It wasn't intentional.
Not at first.
But by the time Mikha realized what was happening, she was already too deep to stop.
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Mikha had fully intended to sleep after her shift.
She had planned to ignore the world, bury herself under her blankets, and get a solid eight hours before work.
But then—
Aiah: Coffee?
Mikha had stared at the message for a full minute, debating.
Her thumbs hesitated over the keyboard before she finally typed:
Mikha: Aren't you sick of me yet?
Aiah's response came immediately.
Aiah: Not even close.
Mikha had groaned into her pillow, but she still found herself getting dressed.
When she arrived at the café, Aiah was already there, sitting in a corner booth, hair damp from a shower, fingers wrapped around a steaming cup.
Her face lit up the second she spotted Mikha.
Mikha pretended not to feel something tighten in her chest at that.
"You look like you need sleep," Aiah teased as Mikha slid into the seat across from her.
Mikha exhaled. "And yet, I'm here."
Aiah smirked. "Because you can't resist me?"
Mikha scoffed. "Alam mo, you should really stop assuming things."
Aiah reached across the table, brushing a stray strand of hair from Mikha's face, her fingers lingering against her cheek.
"Should I?"
Mikha's stomach flipped.
She cleared her throat, looking away. "Drink your coffee, Arceta."
Aiah chuckled but didn't push.
That morning, they sat there, drinking coffee, stealing glances, letting something unspoken settle between them.
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Mikha had started to notice something about herself.
For the past two nights, she had taken her break at the exact same time Aiah got back to the hotel.
Coincidence? Sure.
But then—
Aiah walked through the hotel entrance, scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, cheeks flushed from the cold.
She spotted Mikha immediately, and that same smile appeared—soft, warm, like it had been waiting for her.
And Mikha knew.
This wasn't coincidence at all.
"Wow, may body guard pala ako ngayon?" Aiah teased, stopping in front of her.
Mikha crossed her arms. "Sino may sabi? Baka naman I'm just making sure kung susunod ka sa curfew mo."
Aiah laughed, stepping closer. "And if I break curfew?"
