Game Plan (COMPLETE)

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A few more days passed, and I stuck to my routine. Online classes from nine in the morning until two in the afternoon, then jog around the subdivision or sometimes at UPLB.

I still play with Agila, but I really need time off from the ball for now. Next term will be pre-season again, and I know I have to put in extra work once again.

I enlisted and enrolled a minimum load as well, just enough to still qualify for the Dean's List. Puro general education at Lasallian curriculum lang muna, tinigilan ko na muna mga majors ko. Tapos full online pa ang mga nakuha ko, thanks to the priority enlistment privileges.

This is my breather term. I don't want to lose my sanity over the sport that used to keep me sane.

Dad knocked on my door, and came in after a few seconds. "Anak, okay na daw 'yung kotse. Baka pwedeng ikaw na mag-pick up?"

"Saan?" I asked without taking my eyes off my laptop. I'm doing all the schoolworks I can today so I can rest tomorrow.

"Send ko na lang sa 'yo sa Messenger."

"Okay."

I had to commute to the place that my dad sent—a jeep and a tricycle. Kumunot ang noo ko at tinignan ulit ang phone ko kung tama ba ang address. This doesn't look like a car repair place. It was a huge warehouse with a sign above: FTS Logistics.

The driver sped off behind me before I could even ask if I was in the right place.

I started to step nearer. Its huge blue gates were closed, probably because it's nearing night time. But the smaller door was open.

From outside, I could hear the distant clatter of boxes and faint voices shouting over the hum of a running fan.

A boy... probably a year or so younger than me was unloading something onto a trolley near the doorway. Tumingin siya sa akin, his eyes were a bit wide.

"Hi," bati ko. "May kotse po ba na pinadala dito? Under Quinn Viste?"

"Ah... hehe." He wiped the sweat off his face before pointing toward the far side of the warehouse. "Uhm... office! Office po nandoon sa loob. Doon na lang po hehe. Doon na lang po kayo magtanong."

"Uh..." I scanned the inside of the warehouse through the small door. Hindi ko alam kung aling pintuan ang tinuro niya. "Saan?"

"Samahan na lang po kita..." We went inside. The air immediately smelled like cardboard... Most warehouses smell like that.

We arrived in front of a door on the far left side of the warehouse. He knocked the door before turning to me, a hand on his nape. "Uhm... Ma'am, hintayin mo na lang po."

I muttered a quick thanks before he hurriedly left.

I started hearing a faint voice from behind the door. "... told Kuya Rico to prepare it. It's bound for Lipa tomorrow."

What the hell? That's Ven's voice...

I turned around. Ang gago naman kasi. Dad didn't even tell me!

Before I could take a step away, the door cracked open. I peeked over my shoulder and saw him—slightly sweaty, sleeves rolled up, wearing a vest, and holding a clipboard. Some strands of his hair were falling to his forehead.

I had to blink. Try not to stare.

This was my first time seeing him like this. I mean, yeah, we get sweaty in training but this seems a bit... different. My eyes landed on the logo in the vest.

FTS. Ferrera Transit Solutions.

"Arrie?"

"Hey," I replied, caught off guard. I fully turned to face him.